Was in the break room, fellow co-worker just got done toasting his pop-tarts. My heart fluttered by the smell of the delicious filling and frosted topping. He then proceeds to reach in the fridge, whips out the I Can't Believe It's Not Butter squeeze bottle and starts to pour it on the pop-tarts like you would ketchup to a hot-dog... :shocked: I almost lost it and my lunch...