When I was a kid, there was a small war waged every Saturday between myself, my brother, and my father about who would get the butt of the baguette we'd always buy for lunch. It never got eaten for lunch, because I or my brother would eat it before we'd even left the shop. xD
Never been a huge fan of crusts, though. I leave the end pieces of a loaf of bread for my father, and I pick the burned top piece of sliced bread off, because it tastes nasty as fuck. I don't mind the other crusts, but that top piece...ugh. No. In the bin or out in the back garden for the chubby pigeons.