The feeling if a greedy stranger came up to you and snatched your Starbucks Cake Pop right out of your fingers before you could enjoy it but actually you forgot you were just holding it for your wife. You would rather be home but “brunch with the girls” every month was YOUR idea! It’s all your fault but you’re still salty they stole that delicious moment of sugary bliss from you without any warning and now you have to go home, cake-pop-less and cry your broke ass to sleep.

Sup dude how do you feel about second breakfast?