"Yeah, why not," I said. "I'll just put the rest in the hostel's fridge and save it for tomorrow."
I took it back to my hostel in Glasgow and ate it while watching Benjamin Button on TV. Easily one of the best meals I've had in weeks. I did share a couple slices with a fellow hosteler, so I'm not a complete animal, but I did eat all of the garlic bread and that last slice.
"You want the last one?" I asked. "I can't eat anymore." More lies. It was gone before Brad Pitt even lost his gray hair.