That car must have been hauling two tons of poutine.
I went to a McDonald’s in London ON and asked for a burger and fries.
The cashier said “do you want those poutine?”
I asked her what she said twice before asking her, “what’s that?”
She looked at me like I was stupid and explained it was gravy. I said “no.”
She became disgusted with me after that, and the transaction turned cold.
That’s how I know what poutine is.
Crossing back into Michigan was particularly special that day.