Yesterday my friend Kim baked some delicious Irish Soda Bread for St. Patrick's Day.
I ran over as soon as she hit "send" on the email announcing her baked goodies to pick up a piece. But what struck me as odd happened about three hours later; the fact that there was still a slice sitting on top of the filing cabinet. Just one slice.
It happens a lot with food -- That last tasty nacho chip, the last bite of a sammich, the last slice of pizza. (Man, now I'm hungry.) But I've also seen it at stores. The last magazine on the shelf, or the last bottle of shampoo.
It seems like the last of anything is there for a reason. It's somehow tainted and has remained neglected by everyone else. What's wrong with it? Why doesn't anyone want it?
2 comments:
You're confusing peoples generosity with un-satisfactory goods. No one wants to take the last piece of anything out of respect for someone who hasn't had a slice yet.
Luckily for the world there's gluttons like me who will take that last piece going back for fourths.
The German custom in this situation is that when you offer something and there are two pieces left that the recipient take the last and the second to last piece.
Maybe they just like making slow people fat.
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