Verdandi wrote:
I hate eating and moving. I hate eating anywhere that does not have a surface for food.
I did recently eat a hot dog and drink some Dr. Pepper while walking, but I had to sit down before I got very far because juggling things is asking for an accident. The hot dog also had no condiments.
I lived in the Houston, Texas area through the 1980s and a little into the 1990s. Part of that time I was a computer consultant. One day I was going to a customer's office in Galveston, Texas to do some work on their computer. Since I hadn't eaten yet, I stopped and got a sliced barbecue beef sandwich to go in League City, Texas and then tried to eat it while driving. Every time I tried to take a bite of it while driving, the slices of barbecue beef would slide out onto my lap. I only managed to actually eat about two bites of the sandwich by the time I got to Galveston and so I ended up eating the sandwich in the parking lot at the customer's site. I also had a big mess of barbecue sauce all over my lap. Fortunately, I was doing the work after hours and the only one there was the office manager.
I never tried to eat a sliced barbecue beef sandwich while driving again.