I don’t eat McDonalds anymore, but several years ago on my way home from a drunken early-twenties night on the town, I drunk bought some fries and put the bag in my purse. While on the subway ride home, I knew I was going to vomit. I carefully removed the fry containers from the McDonalds bag and placed them in my purse, and promptly vomited in the then-empty McDonalds bag. When I got off at my stop a few minutes later, I dropped the McDonalds bag of vomit in a trash can and walked home where I feasted drunkenly on my fries.

Thanks, McDonalds. 👍