I've flown across the country on Continental Airlines twice in the past few months. Four times the flight attendants handed out the same snack:We never opened ours. No one around us opened theirs. At the end of each flight, the seat-back pockets showed one Dave's Lil' Loafer after another peering over the edge, mocking the passengers' cowardice. How bad could they be, after all? Perhaps they are delicious. Sadly, I will never find out because I remain a coward.