OH GOD, the FLAKES!
Imagine a pastry.
Specifically, imagine an apple turnover. Mmmmm, yes? It's morning. Coffee's over, and there are sounds inside you resembling a Harley-Davidson being started at a distance. You hold the turnover in your hands, warm, apple-y smells wafting up your nose. Bite into it. Yumm...
Except you decided to have breakfast at your desk at work and BAM! you've just unleashed the wrath of a million tiny flakes of pastry. It's all over the keyboard, man, and you try to brush it off and some of it lands on your impeccably pressed black pants, clinging, and now you're vigorously dusting your thighs off just as your boss walks by giving you a look and you realise you have bits of pastry stuck around your mouth, in your teeth and in your hair.
*sigh* Thursday morning.