Joey doesn't share food.

As you probably know by now, I can relate ANYTHING that happens in life to a "Friends" episode. Anything. Just try me.

Brian and I were out running errands after work the other day, and we realized that it would be a while before we would be able to get home to cook something, so we opted for a quick stop at Chik-fil-A. I am always hungry, especially right after work, so, of course, I felt famished. As soon as we pulled into the parking lot, my mouth started watering at the thought of those fries. Ahh, those waffle fries. They are definitely my guilty pleasure. I don't let myself eat fried foods very often, so, when I do, it's a real treat.

We ordered our food, and, because I could not stop thinking about those little fried morsels of Heaven, I noticed that Brian purposely did not order fries. When I asked him why, he just said, "eh, I never eat them, so I don't feel the need to order them." Well, he does have a point, I thought to myself, but he better not try to eat one of mine. Not even one.

We're 7 seconds into our meal, and I see those fingers start to make their way across the table. Umm, excuse me. Is he serious right now? If he wanted fries, he could have ordered his own!!! I do NOT like to share food, especially if it's one of my favorite treats.

Joey doesn't share food. Neither do I.

*disclaimer: if I purposely brought enough for you (or everyone, for that matter), then I'm happy to share; however, if it's a single serving, don't even think about it.