One of the old guys on my route flagged me down last week and handed me a single rib from the rack he was grilling. I had commented 15 minutes earlier that it smelled great, did a few stops, then drove back. He tried to slip a beer in my diad pouch (I wear it on the left side) while I was sitting in the seat. As long as that's all he's trying to slide in, we're good to go!