Conversation With My Heart

heart: So big shot, you're really going do it.

me: Do what?

heart: Order poutine, I mean, you can't be serious.

me: You better believe I'm serious, I live for this deliciousness.

heart: Don't you mean to say "you kill" for this deliciousness...because that's what you're doing!

heart: How did I get stuck with someone willing to throw down good money for fries topped with cheese and gravy?

me: These aren't just any fries, they're Duckfat fries -- and the poutine is Maine Cheese Curd & Homemade Duck Gravy.

heart: And what's your point?

me: These fries are the best tasting fries anywhere and these toppings -- they're so fresh and full of flavor that...

heart: That what?

me: That it's worth listening to you whine.

heart: Whine! I'm not whining, I am pleading for our lives.

me: Hey, I jog, I don't eat poutine every day. I take care of us, pretty much.

heart: Look dude, I watched you flexing your so-called biceps in the mirror last night. That was laughable. You need to knock off the poutine and get us to the gym.

me: All right, after this plate, I promise to take the month of September off. I'll just stick to Duckfat panini's (and small cones of Belgian fries).

heart: Look, do whatever you want to do. I am just telling it like it is.

me: You look, I can't resist Duckfat. I haven't met anyone who can. The people are nice. The food is amazing. I think it's the best cheap eats in town.

heart: You're killing me.

me: Try not to think about it!