Years ago my late wife and I were vacationing in Garden City and she has this hankering for Krystals and being the model hubby I said sure. We hit the drive thru and loaded up and sat in the parking lot eating those explosive gutbombs and no sooner than we hit the highway I felt this tremendous urge to purge come over me. I'm flying back to the condo and she says hit this alley as would miss a redlight, (she didn't want me to foul the seats in her Buick). Zooming down the alley it REALLY hits and I've got to go. Slammed on the brakes, hit reverse and I'm flying backwards to a McDonalds we had just passed. An elderly black man was pushing a bicycle which he dropped and took off running. Came sliding into the McDonalds lot, jumped out and hit the door headed to the bathroom. Grabbed the first empty stall and let the explosion fly. Dude in the next stall was gagging talking to his wife saying OMG, this is incredible and flushed and ran out of the bathroom. After dropping about 8 lbs I left and found the wife laughing like crazy as she saw the guy running out the door. I've not had a Krystal since.