Generally speaking, I'm a well mannered individual.
Except when I behave like a crackhead.
Trader Joe's Sea Salt Turbinado Dark Chocolate Almonds. These turn me into a crackhead. When anyone I know makes a pilgrimage to the big city three hours south of here, I make them buy me several containers. It doesn't matter if they were planning on going to Trader Joe's or not, they have to buy them for me anyway.
You know me? You're headed south? You're buying these. Don't mess with a crackhead.
In the absence of my drug of choice, this is a close second. Same concept -- dark chocolate, almonds, sugar, and salt. Crack.
Mocha Lattes. All the better if they come with a little picture in the foam. Crackhead!
Turquoise? Crackhead!
Le Creuset cookware? Crackhead!
That professional gas range? Crack.Head.
Seeing yarn I dyed made into pretty things?
Absolute, unapologetic crackhead. 