So you're blowing off some steam by going out for a few too many drinks with your co-workers. And on the way home, after midnight, somehow White Castle sounds like a great idea. How about a sack of 10 to share? The greasy, oniony, steamy deliciousness of the slider seems so right at the time. They go down so easy!
Until you wake up at 4:30 in the morning with a painful war going on in your chest. Then you are reminded that, 1. you are older than you think, and 2. White Castles are never a good idea.