The new shotgun

It might be official: the trunk is the new shotgun.

I used to love riding in the trunk of our station wagon when I was little. I think because it meant something fun or different was taking place. Perhaps we were driving through the Wild Animal Park in Texas. We’d pack the car with as many family members as possible and wind through the park feeding the zebra and water buffalo from buckets through the window (this cannot be safe, but we have home video as proof). Or maybe we were on vacation, far from busy roads, so mom and dad would relent, letting Brent and I ride in the trunk. I don’t know. But it just always seemed exotic. And apparently it still is.

Saturday night , while in a parking ramp in Uptown a friend and I witnessed a girl in a short yellow dress and heels, climbing horizontally—and quite awkwardly—out of the trunk of an SUV. Meanwhile, the rest of the passengers, including numerous guys wearing PANTS, got out of the front and back seat.
Ok.

Then two days later, while getting TCBY alone (it’s not Ben and Jerry’s at midnight, but it may be close) I saw two guys watch their buddy crawl into the trunk of a Honda Civic. The guy in the trunk feigned fear while the two others laughed. They actually shut the trunk on this dude, got in the car and drove away.
Ok.

Anyone up for a ride?