Won't lie, despite being 14 years old; I've had my car since new and take care of her. Don't care how gorgeous or "willing" a date might be, no one eats or drinks in my car. Not even me. That's my baby. Have used the cup-holders to transport various closed/covered up beverages to work. Just not risking food stains, or even worse; bugs because I didn't notice a piece of food dropping down into a crevice.When I was dating my first wife we'd often grab fast food through a drive through and park at a local quiet spot. From there we'd go out to wherever we were going that evening. We just didn't want to go sit down in the restaraunt.
And when I pull a double at work with a long commute back home I'll pull in a safe looking place and take a nap. At my work just now I saw a guy snoozing in a pull over mail drop off. Upon checking on the guy he said he's got a bad cold and had worked a 16 hour day so he wanted to get a little sleep before driving home.
I've worked countless double shifts before. Usually on less than zero minutes notice. (Just how it is in security if your relief doesn't show up, for a variety of reasons.) I get being exhausted and needing a place to sleep it off. But the problem is, the client's site is actually a prime Terror target due to who the occupants of the building are. And also, because it's a local historical landmark. So, any unauthorized person found sleeping in the lot; gotta go. Can't have a terrorist or terrorist wanna-be scouting the location from the surrounding lot.
Unfortunately we get late-night deliveries of food. Building owner is too cheap to hire another guard to watch the main gate that's always left open. Despite a fully functional security booth being right there. The neighborhood also has a surprising number of parking lots. Both small and huge. Completely unpatrolled. Plenty of places to sleep a bit. Hoping the lot where I work develops a reputation for being unfriendly.
Used my Streamlight 1L-1AA to check out a weird black lump near the North entrance of the property, during the night. Switched the light on.... lump magically transformed into a stray cat that ran off. Entrance door steps are not a good place for a nap either.