Great question. I think about popping my neck when I am at work All. The. Time. Luckily, I have my own office so I can get away with popping whenever I want to. When I'm at home, I don't care so much about the neck but I move on to thinking about the back–and I'll pester my boyfriend from the minute we get home until he cracks my back. It doesn't even feel that great or wonderful afterwards--it is just that anticipation!