Yesterday while I was covering the Santa Anita Handicap, the poutine truck was there. I talked about this truck about a year ago when what I had ordered caused me much pain. It was delicious, but feeling my arteries cry out for help was painful.
Well I go to cover Kings practice this morning and there the truck was. Was it a sign? Like yesterday I didn’t buy anything, but now I have poutine on my mind. Ugh.