I probably, at one point, used to eat in my car the most out of anywhere, but you know what dude? I believe in cluttered car, cluttered room, messy car, messy room, messy life, but I eat like a fucking whore in my work truck because it's got industrial floors, dude, and it's like a slop. It's probably McDonald's blueberry muffin crumbs galore underneath that seat, but I blow it out with the compressor air.