Pizza (there's never enough slices).

Pizza is my wifes favourite food. When we get it there are 8 slices and she is a two slicer now that leaves my brother in law and I. Now sometimes it comes down to this we each have had 2 slices and there's one left, as we eat our hopefully second to last slice we size each other up and there is a mental battle to see who will get the last slice, he eats a little faster and then I eat a little faster and then its like gunfight at the o.k. corral.
On one occasion I did get the extra slice and he later got nervified and confronted me about it. Now that was funny.