So I’m heading home from the bar last night and I think to myself, a late night snack before bed is what I need. I pull into a Rally’s and order two cheeseburgers plain and a fry. I am glad fast food places stay open later, it just gives drunk people something to sober up with. Anyway, I pay the lady and continue driving home. I can’t resist the smell of the cheese burgers so I open one up and scarf down on it. Somethings not right though. I take another bite and I can feel it. Slimey. Juicy, Gross! My eyes tear up, I am barely paying attention to the road and I know I am going to puke. I open the car window and think, no, this won’t work. I open the whole door while driving and spit out the food. A PICKLE! I hate pickles! And I almost died because of one.