Originally Posted by snubfan
My older brother would always go after my food. I'd make something to eat and he'd walk by and grab it and lick it and say "Can I have this?", or not even ask and grab it and start eating. He actually had the nerve to be mad when he finally found out the the first thing I did when I sat down to eat was to spit on my food when he was around.
My grandpa says that back during world war 2, when the troops would get a piece of pie, the very first thing some of them did was lift off the top crust, spit on it, and then set the crust back down. That way if they looked away, or had to get up and talk to someone, the pie would be there when they got back.