Sushi Shame

A few weeks ago I was eating at a sushi bar with my brother. The place we were eating at was somewhat expensive so we didn't get to stuff ourselves as much as we had hoped. The uppity establishment was crowded and stuffy because they had no A/C. After about three rolls we were waiting to get our check when we noticed the snooty couple next to us had left nearly a whole roll behind. My brother tried persuading me to eat the remaining pieces with much enthusiasm. The decision weighed on me greatly as I searched for a sign. Just then the waiter came to the rescue, "Dude, I'm gonna throw it away. Just take it. Do it. I would. Come on." Surely this was a sign from the sushi gods. No good roll should be left behind. As I furiously shoveled these strangers sushi into my mouth directly from their plate I began to sweat profusely and shake uncontrollably. I felt the surrounding patrons looking at me as if I were a wild animal. Like I was a lion who found a freshly deserted zebra and had to devour his findings before other lions also discovered the fresh kill. I was feeling pretty happy about the free sushi roll I had just enjoyed when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I heard the voice of a women whisper in my ear, "I'm glad that mars roll didn't go to waste." The snooty couple had not left but just made a bathroom visit before taking off. I sat there sweating and pondering the events that had just transpired. I thought, "I should be embarrassed. But really I am just so happy I got free food."