The angry whopper wasn't angry going down, it was angry coming out. I can handle spicy food. My ass however disagreed.

It's not entirely the same, but I absolutely hate when my order gets messed up and the food I'm looking forward to isn't the same thing as what's in the bag. It happens to me all the time at Dunkin. I'll ask for my lovely egg and cheese on either an english muffin or cinnamon raisin bagel... and I'll get a croissant. I HATE croissants