This story takes place in my first year of college, the weekend before finals week. My physics group had just finished up preparing for our final and wanted to do one last fun activity before exams started. My roommate, Nathan, proposed the idea of going to Chick-fil-A, to which we all quickly agreed. To us college students, Chick-fil-A was the epitome of fast food. We made our way to Nathan's car and upon entering, had a realization: There were six people and only five seats. At first we tried to squeeze four people in the back, but immediately found it was a bad idea, as if an accident were to take place, everyone in the back could be in danger. That's when I had the brilliant idea to stow myself in the trunk of his car. Not only would this fix the problem with the seats, but it would also allow me to get the experience of sitting in a trunk.
Due to my small stature, I was able to fit in the trunk with no issue at all. After the group confirmed the trunk was firmly shut, we went on our way to Chick-fil-A. Lying in a trunk while Nathan went 70 miles per hour on the highway was an interesting experience. The constant bumpiness along with the feeling of fear of anything going wrong made the ride go by extremely slowly. What made this whole experience even more unique was the mixture of my yelling along with the laughter of the group in front at my expense. Most people would probably call these people unnecessarily mean, I wouldn't really mind as I did bring this up on myself.
After around ten minutes of driving, we arrived at the drive thru of the Chick-fil-A. Everyone ordered their food as I patiently waited in the back. I gave my order to Nathan prior to getting in the trunk, so I didn't need to leave the comfort of the storage compartment in order to ask for food. After we got our food, my roommate had the bright idea to open the trunk and reveal me to the poor drive thru workers and the family directly behind us. Upon seeing the bright lights through the opening, I got up, wished the workers a wonderful night, and proceeded to close the trunk as I laid back down in it. The drive back went smoothly, as Nathan decided to go the speed limit this time, and I got back safely with only a small amount of psychological harm. While this was a fun little experience, if one were to ask if I were to ever do it again, I would immediately respond with a flat "No".
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