This always happens when there is a communal food. The last piece, or in most cases, the last piece of a piece just sits there and no one wants to be the one to eat it. Everyone always leave the largest morsel that is still socially acceptable to leave on the platter, but small enough that people would rather not eat it than have to do the dishes after finishing it.
I would say this is humanity at its absolute worst: the inner conflict of wanting to stuff foodstuffs down our gullet but being too lazy to do a menial task required in eating it. Its like when they test six year olds by putting a cookie in front of them and telling them that they'll get six more cookies if they can go five minutes without eating the pre-existing cookie. This is how they tell that girls are smarter than boys. Proven science.
But for real. Its actually classified as torture to leave a food in front of a person and challenge them not to eat it. It also sucks being on the other side of it too. Being the person who takes the second last slice/ piece of whatever it is, and then having to gauge how much is acceptable to leave.
My roommates are having a conversation about how they like reading my blog posts when they have to do with the subject. So I'm going to give this one to them: there is a very small piece of cookie sitting in a very large plastic container on out dining room table right now. Somebody eat it. Please. I don't even want it but I feel an obligation as an eating machine without brakes to eat the piece of cookie. I almost feel bad for it. Siobhan! Carolyn! Erica! Someone eat the cookie!
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