The Lone Cupcake

There is a few mysteries left in this world.  Yetis are real.  Our moon landing was a sound stage in Tunisian.  One mystery that still perplexes me is the lone cupcake theory.

You buy a dozen awesome treats and one will always be left or worse some one cuts it in half.  To be the lone cupcake must be insulting, what, because I am a milk chocolate birthday cupcake no one wants me.  It is shameful that people do not finish food.  What about all those starving kids in Africa, don't they want the cupcake.

But why does this happen?  Growing up my mom always told me to not eat the last serving.  But if an awesome rib is sitting there tempting me then I should have at it, but I don't.  Her magical words prevent me.  Is the mystery just a social moray that we cannot get past.  Seriously go into your kitchen or break room and watch people struggle over the last treat.  The open the lid, the look at the box, they look around, they  might even sniff it but they still don't eat it.  Maybe way back when a King or a priest told his subject to not eat the last serving because they will go to Hell.

Maybe we save the last treat for a departed loved one.

I dont know the answer.  this subject deserves more study.

But I tell you there is a fraking cupcake just sitting downstairs in my kitchen and I am never going to eat it because I was told not to when I was 5.