Holy hell, who doesn't love the crisp and doughy, flaky, deliciousness of a French almond croissant heaping with enough heavenly, sugary snowpowder to make you weep?
s'il vous plait?
I recommend that under no circumstances, regardless of events or conditions, should you ever eat such powdered deliciousness while dressed to a tee in grown-ass work attire and en route to a meeting with the District Attorney.
It sifts rather heavily onto fancyslacks, smudges, and makes quite the spectacle out of dark polyester-cotton blends.
Let's all make some better mistakes tomorrow.