I learned the hard way that I don't handle fried foods the way I used to, after eating a particularly greasy meal in Maine and getting an attack on the highway later on. Thankfully, there was a gas station nearby and I made it in time. (OK, so I didn't make it on time, but the spot on my pants was barely noticeable). This never happened before, and I think John's statements are correct. A few times afterward I had the same problem, so I just don't deep fry anything anymore, and I'm doing fine.

By the way, Maine is supposed to be seafood heaven. The clams had no taste and the scallops were so bitter they couldn't be eaten. The state of Maine owes it to tourists to have a Food Police to check out places that may ruin it's reputation.