Being locked in a trunk and driven around in the middle of the night
sounds like less fun than it really was. It was a big trunk and my
friend, and a fellow student council member was laying in there with
me. We chatted and mused while we were driven about to disorient us.
That was the plan but when the kid driving sped through a quiet
neighborhood in the middle of the night it attracted some awkward
attention from officer friendly. The other trunk rider and I heard
the sirens come on and the muffled commotions coming from the proper
passenger location. We stopped and I heard the officer ask what the
hell the kid driving was doing going 55 in 25 in the middle of the
night. The kid explained the situation and that made the situation
worse. After the dutiful cop heard that we were trussed up in the
boot he made the regular passengers open it for him. He got us out
and stood us up and asked what we were doing in the trunk. We
explained we were getting informally initiated into the student body
council and he looked really unconvinced. He told everyone to stand
outside the car while he took the other former captive off to the
side and talked to him alone for a minute. He returned and then took
me aside and asked if I was voluntarily being kidnapped and tied up
in a trunk. I told him yes and he had a long searching look at me.
He decided we were probably telling the truth and so he just gave the
driver a ticket for speeding. He told the captors that he couldn't
allow us to ride in the trunk and made them let us ride up front with
the rich folks. The mood of youthful hijinks evaporated and we were
much more subdued as we drove over to meet up with the other kids.
