I think it's pretty incredible that most nights out end with some form of fast food.
To be honest, I'm that person who's more excited for the food we'll get after going out than the actual going out itself. There's just something about tying a bow on a night in the form of greasy food...
Warning: This story might not be suitable for those who get queasy easily. However, it might make a bad flight that you've taken seem a little bit better.