I was at Freedy's birthday party. It was at Hog's Breath Cafe, so as you can imagine, there isn't exactly much I can eat there. I had the same thing I had the last time I was there. Vegetarian Nachos minus the cheese and the sour cream.
Anyway, I'm a fast eater. Most of my family is. We shovel our food in like no tomorrow, and then try and leave the table. So coupled with the fact that I'm eating nachos while everyone else is eating steaks, I'm finished substantially before anyone else.
I was sitting next to Ken. Ken had chips. I love chips. I reached over and pinched one of his chips.
"I thought you're not allowed to have them."
"I'm not. They make me stop breathing." And I pinched another one.
"At least I'm not eating them. You are saving me from lots of calories."
"What can I say," I say, shrugging false-modestly.
"Thank you for being willing to sacrifice your life for me."