Danny Meyer & Credit Suisse sitting in a tree...

C-U-T-T-I-N-G

Shake Shack is entirely too sacred for a couple of unscrupulous (however resourceful) bankers to tarnish its rep.

This is a slippery slope. We all know the rules of the line. First somebody cuts, so pushing begins. Then yelling. Then tattling. Within minutes, the angry mobs arrive donning hockey masks and wielding pitchforks and/or torches. The witch hunt ensues, a hideous monster with a heart of gold is demonized, someone is burned in effigy, an innocent is trampled, cars are flipped, riots spread, martial law is enforced, babies start crying, the skies go dark, and then in this order: frogs, boils, locusts, American Idol in syndication, and the plague.

This is a death spiral, my fellow bankers, and all I'm saying is no cuttsies, no backsies, or I'm telling.