I have to make a confession. I realize why some cities make an effort to discourage eating or drinking while driving. I may even be part of the problem.
A couple weeks ago, when the weather was perfectly horrid in our area, I finally left the house to get my hair cut before my trip to New Orleans. It was a mid-morning appointment, which is early for me. Since I'd spent the morning getting the kids ready for the sitter, and getting myself showered and dressed, I grabbed a granola bar and a Cherry Coke to have on my way to the salon.
I hadn't even made it a half mile from my house, when my car started doing a little sideways dance for, really, no apparent reason. I was going less than 20 mph, on a straight stretch of road, but apparently the slight incline was enough to confuse my front wheels as to which way they should be rolling.
Of course, going that slow, I had lots of time to evaluate my options for a response. And the first thing I sadly did was to finish my sip of Cherry Coke and set the can in my cup holder so it wouldn't spill. Yeah, while I had minimal control of my vehicle I took care of my breakfast first.
Obviously it all ended well, but the fact that my first intelligent thought was that I didn't want to spill my drink wasn't exactly reassuring about my priorities. Oops.