As a person who spent time this morning waiting on line at the Foreign Currency Window at the Citi Financial Center, I have this entreaty to the gentlemen of Manhattan: Please, do not send your trophy wife to purchase your Swiss Francs/Euros/Yen. Currency rates and transaction fees may be a bit much for a woman who hasn't balanced her own checkbook since ... never. Send your personal assistant, your dog walker, you pre-teen; really, you don't need to be a math whiz, anyone who can follow basic directions will do. Thank you on behalf of bank employees and fellow customers everywhere.