Once upon a time I was sharing an evening snack of homemade nachos with this guy:
All was well with the chip + salsa + sour cream sharing rotation.
For the first dozen chips.
And when there were only three, it got a bit touchy.
My snack buddy got a tinge territorial and he acted quickly to secure what was rightfully his. (After all, he clearly was sharing with me.) He takes the three remaining chips, one after the other, and bites each of them, piling them on top of each other when he’s done.
Looking at him befuddled, he says to me: “You’re all done. These are mine.”
Well, ya don’t say.