No matter how many times it happens, I’m still blindsided by the revelation that some bad attitudes are cured by food.
My kids will shock me with brusk behavior from left field, and I’ll be flummoxed. My wife will say, “They haven’t had anything to eat in a while.” I poo poo this as an excuse. She gives them something to eat. The mood disappears.
It’s easy in developed countries where you spend most of your time higher up Maslow’s hierarchy to forget that humans are still physical beings with primitive needs.
I try to remind myself of this when I encounter someone acting like a jerk. Maybe they just need a piece of cheese.