I earlier had this conversation while eating my burritoless burrito (just the filling of a burrito - not eating the tortilla)
CoWorker (CW): You're not going to eat that tortilla? That is the best part!
Me: No, I'm not and the steak is the best part.
CW: Oh right, your no carbs thing (I eat carbs just not bread etc), but you still eat bread right?
Me: No, I don't.
CW: But it is the best part!
Me: Best part of what?
CW: Everything! What about pizza? The crust is the be...
Me: *headdesk* (to borrow from Herbwifemama)
The other night, a few hours after dinner, I got a little hungry (the dinner had been rather pasta-laden, so I had few options and therefore hadn't eaten much), so I decided to fry up some bacon and a couple eggs. My father walked in and the conversation went as follows:
Father: Now there's a healthy meal.
Me: Is that sarcasm I detect in your voice?
Father: Well, yeah.
Father: That's nothing but fat.
Me: Fat's good. I didn't eat much at dinner so I'm still hungry.
Father: Well, all I'm saying is that if you're going to eat that, you might as well just go to McDonalds.
Me: Uh buh buh buh...wha...?
Haha, I really don't know what they serve - during one family road-trip when I was really young, we ONLY ate at mcdonald's, and that cured me from ever, ever wanting to eat there again. Just thinking about their hashbrowns in their little paper sleeves makes me feel gross.