So D and I were finishing dinner when he announced that his PIN number from a certain bank came. This will enable him to use the ATM.
Suddenly, he said, "Mmm, paper."
"There was paper in your burrito?"
"You shouldn't eat paper!" I said. "That's called pica - the craving for non-food items."
"Well, I definitely don't crave it," he said.
"Then why did you eat it?" Then the pieces fell into place. "You ate the paper with your PIN number on it," I said. My husband is into security, but this was taking things a little too far.
"I didn't want ___ to find it," he said. ____ is the building porter who does occasionally pluck Maxim* out of the recycling bin. I guess D was afraid he was interested in PIN numbers as well.
*D wanted me to make it clear that:
a) The Maxim in the building-wide recycling bin is not his.
b) I saw him put the paper on his tongue and eat it.