He’s not eating one of the freaking bagels I got him last night? Doesn’t he know that I had to drink two boiling hot cups of coffee to make it through that drive? That I had to listen to a playlist called Don’t Fall Asleep the entire way that was put together by some psychopath on Spotify that consists of horrific animal noises and loud screeching? I nearly drove myself mad. And he’s not going to have a bagel? HE’S NOT GOING TO HAVE A FREAKING BAGEL?
