Like many guys my age, I’ll never be as rich or skinny as I’d like. But I shouldn’t complain. Most of my objections in life are petty. But there are some things that drive me crazy. There’s one small thing I’ve been bothered by for years. When you dine at a restaurant, why do appetizers come in odd, not even numbers? Take toasted ravioli, mozzarella sticks, or chicken wings. Nearly every time I order them when we dine out, the plate comes with an odd number, so one person at the table gets more than the other. I shouldn’t complain because I usually get the extra piece…