True story . . . When we were in the hospital for the birth of my youngest son 5 years ago, nothing was happening so my wife sent me downstairs to eat something. Against my better judgement, I ducked into the McDonalds and ordered a McRib. I found it a little odd that they asked for my name and then they sent me to a side room where upon entering I realized I was in a waiting area with about a dozen black guys that had created a run on McRibs.
I finally made it back upstairs 45 minutes later where business was starting to pick up and when I walked in I was greeted with the sight of the OB breaking my wife's water. That and the gut bomb I had just eaten created a gastrointestinal memory that has made it impossible for me to eat at McDonalds ever since.