Let me paint you an ugly story of disappointment and rage. It’s of a thing that had happened to everyone and no one enjoys. Picture it, you’re sat getting really involved in something like a film, tv show, game, music or even… epic fail videos on YouTube all the while your hand becomes self aware and continues to feed you things like biscuits, sweets and popcorn while your mind is fixated on whatever brainwashing thing you desire and all is going well (unless you’re watching Game Of Thrones out The Walking Dead, then things won’t go well as something is going to upset you or piss you off in its storyline) but then your wandering hand freezes, your brain regains consciousness about what your crafty hand has been upto but instantly fills you with dread, you have just potentially eaten the last treat. Without even looking first you frantically start grasping around the packet or bowl trying to feel out any hidden goodness but to no avail so you quickly turn your head towards ground zero, hoping that your hand is playing you for a fool and that at least one foodstuff still linger in the darkens corner of the packet. Your heart sinks and breathing slows as you discover that your hands have not lied and the container is infant empty. The feels begin to kick in as a grown appears to wash over your face, be it a small disappointed look or worst case scenario if you REALLY REALLY liked the product and not yet had your fill and then a look that resembles the Germans faces when they open the lost arc in Indiana Jones. It’s not so much the fact that my packet was empty, it’s the fact that it was a nasty surprise. No matter what you snack on, you will always enjoy the last one more, maybe even take your time to savour it because you are aware that it is in fact, the last one but top have that feeling taken away from yourself is cruel and painful as it’s unexpected and leaves you a hollowed out husk. I wouldn’t of minded if I knew it was the last but because I wasn’t aware it was the last, I was left unsatisfied and with a cup of coffee with nothing to dunk in it except my sorrows.