I'm sitting across from him in Lower Commons. Libby's sitting next to me, sipping on her pop, and we're all enjoying good laughs and engaging stories. Everyone's finished eating except for me. I have yet to eat my Sun Chips.
I open them up, pear inside, and offer Zac a chip.
He stops mid-story and says, "No thanks. I don't want any."
He continues to talk and I continue to listen, all the while enjoying my post-sandwich edibles. As we're conversing, Zac reaches over and takes a chip out of the bag. Before either of us even realizes what's going on, Zac has eaten all but the bottom right corner of a Sun Chip.
"Zac," I say. He looks at me confused, as if he's been caught doing something strange. "You're eating a chip!"
He looks down to his hand at the small piece that remains. "What?!"
We laugh excessively. "I didn't even want one! I didn't even WANT to eat it!"
Zac's an uncontrollable chip-eating machine. Watch out!