An astute Potato

I had some company in Ottawa, and had someone who was born and raised in Ottawa to show me some of the nice and beautiful places here (Not that being raised somewhere is a guarantee that you know. I don't know a damn thing about where i was raised, and can't show anyone around LOL). Only he took me a bit far, almost reaching gatineau, Quebec. While I could sense he is not a serial killer or someone who would hurt me, still my paranoid sense woke up inside.

So "very cleverly", I had to make sure he is alright, and so I asked him; you are not kidnapping me, are you? You would tell me if you were kidnapping me, right ?

Him seriously; of course i would.

In my head I was like; that what I would expect of a polite Canadian kidnapper. All is good 🥔😌