"But it tastes so wonderful," she said, obviously confused at my disgust. I squirmed inside as she dipped her french fry into her ice cream shake and then into the ketchup. I laid down my salad fork.
"That's disgusting." I watched her do it again and my stomach rolled.
"No," she said with her mouth full, "Eating only a salad every day like that will kill you. You'll die."
"Cholesterol will kill you." I retorted.
"Lack of vitamins will kill you first! And all that water you drink.. You're wasting away!"
"I've lost 2 dress sizes, thank you very much and I'm healthy as a horse!" I defended.
"I bet you can't even lift this table. I bet I can beat you arm wrestling," she challenged.
"You're on!" I shoved our food to one side and placed my elbow onthe table, hand opened. She took it, after wipign her ketchup-y fingers on a napkin. She swallowed and said, "Ready?"
It was a short fight. Though our hands teetered for a few seconds, she kicked my butt.
She laughed, "See? You need to build lean muscle. Then it wouldn't matter what you ate, your body could take it. Like I just took you!" She pointed a fry at me, before repeating the dipping process.
Defeated, I threw my salad away and stole a few fries.