((Yes, this is 100 based off our band trip this year))

"Can someone hit me in the head with a baritone? Just…do it now." I said at the end of "Saving Private Ryan". "I cannot take any more violence."

"Ah, come on now! You know you want to!" I gave Dan a look. "Right, sorry."

"What state are we in?" Nicole asked. I turned around.

"Where we have been for the past four hours…GEORGIA." Eric said. "God, Nicole! You can sometimes be the dumbest person I know." She stared at him. "Which…isn't a bad thing…."

"Just stop talking, mate." I said, turning around. "Help yourself out."

"We're stopping for lunch." Mr. Seaman said over the intercom. "You all have an hour and I want you all back in one piece." We parked the bus and got off. There were a bunch of fast food places about a block up and down.

"Where to?" I asked, then spotted some people from Chorus I hadn't spoken with in a while. "I'm gonna go hang out with some people from Chorus, and I'll see you later!" I said, waving out my hand and running to the others.

"Hey Case!" Catlin said. "What's up?"

"Hey Catlin, not much. Where are ya'll headed?"

"We're going to McDonald's because I assume it'll actually be fast." Diane said, and I nodded.

"Sounds fine to me. I just need some water for this pill." Truth be told, I wasn't that hungry. Lately, it's been getting expensive to slowly rot your insides.

"Let's go!" We met our other friend Nick. He was standing in front of me in line, I was trying to read the back of his shirt, and he kept shifting his weight.

"Stop moving!"

"Why…"

"I'm reading the back of your shirt." I said, as if that was the most normal thing in the world to be doing at that moment.

"Oh. Of course. Stupid me." Nick said sarcastically.

"Yeah right stupid you." Nick looked at his watch.
"Hey, guys? Is my watch fast or something because it says we've been here for forty five minutes…and stop with the shirt."

"Sorry." I said, stepping back and taking my phone out. "Damn. Mine must be fast too."

"And mine. What an odd coincidence." Allison said, and Diane gave her a look as if she were crazy and that we all needed straightjackets.

"We have been here forty five minutes you moronic twit!" Way to go, Diane…

"You know, this completely defeats the purpose of fast food, don't you think?" Catlin asked. We pondered about that.

"Hey…"

"Good question."

"You know…" We FINALLY got to the counter and Nick leaned over.

"Can I have a Whopper, no tomatoes or mayo?"

"Okay. So where are you from?"

"Chicago."

"Oh! Chicaguh."

"No, Chicago."

"That's what I said, Chicaguh."

"No, Chicago!" I honestly thought Nick was going to go through the roof, he was so mad. I leaned over to Catlin.

"You know, this is amusing."

"Yes, it is." She said, laughing as well. Nick walked over and adjusted his hat.

"I hate fast food."

"Well put, Nick. Well put…" I said, laughing again.

"Back on the bus!" We loaded back onto the bus but this time, no movies were playing so I had no reason to complain at all. Damn. "How far are we to Florida?" Sophia asked. Mr. Seaman turned around.

"Far enough."

Don't you hate those answers that never actually tell you anything?