Dear Craft Work,
Thank you for ruining my entire life. I just purchased a breakfast wrap from your establishment called "old school." This wrap was so delicious that I now know that I will be forced to eat this wrap every morning for the rest of my natural life. In fact, I have decided to start taking the T to work just so I can swing by every morning with ease and pick up one of these tastastic breakfast bonanzas. This wrap is all I can think about and I have billable hours so this is now a huge problem. I have to go now before I get fired and can no longer afford this mouth treat.