That thing when someone agrees to bring you dinner by 8 and actually shows up at 1030, with uncooked food. Sed food isnt ready until 11, and then youre presented with this digiorno pizza on a plate and handed a butter knife to cut it with. You know, cause we dont have a drawer of sharp knives or pizza cutters (just kidding we do!!!) Then, when you kindof have a jaw drop going on about this butter knife thing and the person acts like maybe youre an asshole, all you can think about is how youve bought all groceries for and cooked all meals for this person for eight years, and everything just means nothing. So you use pressure and tearing force to cut a slice of pizza and eat it and just go to bed. Yolo, or whatever.