A conversation with winter. (6)

Me: How can I be sure you're here?
Winter: Don't be fooled. I'm here.

Me: But there's no snow!
Winter: No, but you saw that poor stranger fall down last night. That's a pretty good indication that me and my friend have arrived. 

Me: What friend?
Winter:  Black ice. It's true what they say. She is a real bitch.

Me: I'm surprised you have any friends at all.
Winter: We're a toxic couple. And I like it.

Me: So whattabout the snow? You're kinda slacking this year, no?
Winter: You should be happy I spared you last night. 

Me: Way to change the subject.
Winter: Did you laugh when she fell? 

Me: No, because unlike you I have a soul. I just couldn't believe that I saw someone else fall.
Winter: It's not all about you, you know? 

Me: But I thought I was your favorite?
Winter: Oh, you are. Just thought I'd give you a little preview of what's to come.

Me: How kind of you.
Winter: Oh yeah, I'm saving my best for you. I'm thinking a  major wipeout. Similar to the one in the middle of St.Denis when you slipped on that tiny patch of frozen juice, except this time, in front of many more people. 

Me: Bring it on baby.
Winter: It's just a matter of time before you wear those gripless boots.

Me: Ugh. You know me too well.