crabby patty

I had a melt down over the weekend, over some crabby patties. It was a Saturday, dusk had set, and the take out seafood restaurant, one of the only open and still preparing food, was closing ten minutes before I realized we had returned home with an incomplete order. They forgot my boyfriend's crabcakes. The only two he had ordered and I wasn't going to be the one to have gotten the order wrong. I managed to create my own personal pandemic, storming out of the house and dialing the restaurant to make sure they had the crabcakes prepared because I was not going to let the day go on without them. "No, it's fine!" I proclaimed, "I'll fix this!". a meltdown over crabcakes… What I hope to be the first and the last…