The reason I bring this up is because on my evening commute last night, I saw a woman eating corn-on-the-cob. CORN. ON. THE. COB. In her bright yellow Mustang.I won't even eat corn on the cob in my house, given the choice. To me, buttery, salty corn on the cob was meant to be consumed outdoors, stooped over to avoid dripping corn juice and butter on anything but the ground. I wouldn't eat corn on the cob in my car for money. The same goes for barbecue ribs, in all their saucy goodness.
(disclaimer: everyone has his price, and if you really, REALLY want me to eat corn on the cob or ribs in my car, I'm open to offers.) But really, people will eat nearly anything in their cars. Same as we'll answer the phone, fumble for maps, scratch an itch in a 'personal area', apply makeup, read the paper (or a novel) or carry on face-to-face conversations with people in the back seat.
At best, we'll just get a lapful of molten cheese and burger grease. At worst, we all know that it could lead to serious injury, even death. Remember. We don't judge here. Openly mock, perhaps, but we don't judge. What's the worst car-unfriendly food you've attempted to eat on the run? What's your secret driving faux pas?
We won't tell. Promise.