As a teenager, I got diarrhea during a cross country trip, probably from drinking the water at a McDonald’s in Jacksonville, Florida that lasted until my family reached Myrtle Beach, SC. I managed not to “go” in my pants, but between the frequent stops to find a restroom and holding it in for hours on end, it was one of the most miserable experiences of my life, especially the last hour or two when most places with restrooms were closed.
My mom always told me, “if you are on the road somewhere, always eat at McDonalds. At least there you know you won’t get food poisoning.”
Shortly after I ignored her advice and got food poisoning from KFC. Twice in one summer, at two different stores over 200 miles apart.