What's Your Breakfast Choices Say About Your Personality?

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What do you drink with your breakfast?

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Put your headphones in, blast music, and try to sleep.
Angry stare at the parents until they get so uncomfortable they get up, even if the seatbelt sign is on.
Make funny faces at the baby until he stops crying and you’re best friends.
Scream back at the baby until everyone’s confused.
Give the parents a sympathetic look, then turn your head and roll your eyes.
Ask for another seat. This isn’t happening.

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Happily accept the invitation, get dressed up, and end up the life of the party!
Go, find the one person you know, and chat with them in the corner the whole night.
Accept the invitation, then get cold feet and pretend you’re sick and can’t make it.
Make up an excuse not to accept the invitation. You’re not the “partying with strangers” type.
Go, find the dog at the party, and become best friends with the dog at the party.
Go and get so sloppy drunk you’re embarrassed to show up at work the next day. #Regretsies

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Make a giant “HELP” sign out of sticks. Someone’s bound to fly over you soon.
Scream and jump and yell for help until you can’t anymore, then rest for five minutes and start up again.
Befriend a sea turtle, attach a note to its back, and hope it swims to someone who will send rescuers.
Make yourself a raft and leave the island yourself. You’re not waiting for anybody.
Start swimming. You trust your stamina and you ain’t afraid of no sharks.
You don’t. You’re doomed. No one will ever save you. But island living is kind of great, so you don’t really mind.

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Of course. Brunchiness is next to godliness.
I wake up early. We call it breakfast.
No way. Brunch is for hipsters.
Sometimes you’ll go to brunch with friends, but you’re not obsessed or anything.
You would brunch if you got up before 3 p.m. on Sundays.
You would brunch if you didn’t have to wait in line just to get a table. You HATE lines.