That's quite enough, I tell myself, and throw the bag into the back seat. I turn on the radio and listen to a conservative talk show while I drive. It's not long before the host's abrasive manner and redundant content annoy and bore me, respectively, so I shut off the radio and start daydreaming about being wealthy and professionally successful. I casually glance down toward my speedometer, and find that the snack bag is on my lap again, and is now almost empty.