They’re the equivalent of a slow-motion car wreck that you can’t stop watching when you realize you’re shamefully witnessing tragedy and misery and all the while you’re chatting with the guy standing next to you about how this particular car wreck isn’t as exciting / as boomy / as dramatic / as fun as the one you saw last week and the slurping sound of him hitting the bottom of his Super Colossal Hyper Breakfast Latte Gulp combines with the crunch of metal and shattered glass as the crowd murmurs appreciatively because they know they’re only minutes away from something even worse or better or both.  

Yes, that’s what put me over the edge.