Tyronefly's post reminded me of a true incident when I was fishing in a small boat on the middle seat between my dad and his older brother. Dad was in the back by the outboard and Paul was in the front where there was the most unobstructed leg room with the cooler containing soft drinks, sandwiches and extra boxes of worms on the floor right behind him. As it approached noon I said I was getting hungry while facing toward dad. He said that that sounded good and spoke a little louder "Paul, could you pass my lunch? Uncle Paul reached into the cooler and handed me a box of redworms to pass on to dad.
No one is making more water. Use what we have wisely.