Tonight I was reminded of a big pet peeve. We met Jeff for dinner after work which meant that we drove separately. On the way home, we obviously take the same route, but if for some reason he gets behind me, he HAS to find a way to pass me and stay in the lead. Sometimes it means taking a detour, at which time I'll see him flying to beat me to a stop sign. It's ridiculous and happens every time!
This competitive thing also happens at the dinner table. This man must eat the most and fastest before anyone takes his food. And if you are trying to save anything, like pizza for the next day's lunch or a pan of brownies, they will be gone by morning.
Is this a guy thing or am I just lucky?