It was only a matter of time before someone snapped.

Of all the things that can make a person crazy, getting home with a bag of fast food and discovering your special sauce is missing ranks right up there with starting to pull into the last empty parking space and seeing a motorcycle tucked into one tiny corner of it.

It’s a wonder we haven’t all shaved our heads from sheer madness.

But, after all, that’s why God gave us impulse control. Most of us, anyway.

Just as we learn at around age 2 not to wet our pants in public — most of us, anyway — we reach a certain age where we know not to bludgeon drivers who cut us off in traffic, poison our neighbor’s prize roses because her dog pooped in our yard or step from a limo wearing a microscopic skirt and no underwear.

But there comes a time in every person’s life when he reaches his limit, when he can no longer hold back the stupid.

That’s when he calls for backup.

Last week, a Jacksonville, Fla., man unleashed his stupid on an unsuspecting public. When Reginald Peterson discovered someone left the sauce off his spicy Italian Subway sandwich, he did what any red-necked American nutcase would do — he called the sheriff.

Peterson dialed 911 to let deputies at the Jacksonville Sheriff’s Office know the severity of the problem and to request they ensure his order was made to his specifications, according to Associated Press reports.

But Reginald’s displeasure extended beyond the service at Subway. He dialed 911 again to ask what was taking deputies so long to arrive. Sheesh. Here our public servants were making this poor guy wait for a resolution to his sauce emergency while they were out investigating some kidnapping or robbery or something.

What is this world coming to?

When deputies finally did arrive, they attempted to tell a disbelieving Peterson there was no such thing as a Sauce SWAT Team. They finally were forced to arrest him, charging him with making false 911 calls.

I’m not sure, but I’m guessing Peterson’s court fees will cost more than a “five-dolla foot long.”

Maybe we shouldn’t be so hard on the guy. Is there any one of us who hasn’t wanted to have authorities enforce our fast food order? Wouldn’t we all like to hear a mirror-Ray-Banned officer say to the teen in the drive-through: “Go ahead, punk, make my day. Are ya gonna forget the lady’s onion rings again? Well are ya?”

And who hasn’t considered calling reinforcements to Taser the neighborhood kid who creates a 7.4 quake at 2 a.m. when he rides through the cul-de-sac with his stereo booming?