Your heart raced with intensity as the massive woman's hand scanned the floor. You watched her brightly colored nails as she lifted the corner of the floor mat to look underneath, eventually giving up.
"That girl, I swear." The woman's voice boomed briefly just before the car door slammed shut.
You took a deep breath and realized you had escaped trouble once again. That is until you heard the familiar sound of the car door opening once more. It wasn't the same door, though.
You heard the woman's sighs as she apparently sat on the seat above you. A loud humming noise began, and the floor started to shake, just as before when the car was in motion. You crawled discreetly into the shadows under the seat to get a better view. Up front, you saw the massive woman's feet, clad in a pair of gray slip-on sneakers. One revved the pedal while the other stood planted on the floor. You retreated, not wanting to risk any unwanted attention while you devised a plan to escape the car.
You had no real ideas since the large metal fortress seemed impenetrable. Your only way out seemed to be to hitch a ride with the woman as she got out of the car, but that was certainly an immense risk. As you thought about it, you suddenly heard the sound of the car door opening, followed by high-pitched chatter.
The mother had stopped to pick up her daughter and her friends from volleyball practice. The group of teen girls entered the car, blissfully unaware of the tiny man on the floor. Three girls packed the back seat while the mother's daughter sat up front. Sweat nauseated from their bodies as a result of hours of intense practice.
Unfortunately for you, you had a front-row seat to experience the foul foot odor from their practice. All of them were out of their volleyball shoes, opting instead for sandals, slides, or Crocs. The putrid, cheesy stench was unbearable. You wanted to throw up from nearly gagging on the stale odor.
While you were suffering inhuman abuse, an idea came to you as you looked at the giant feet in front of you. Though the girl in front of you wore Birkenstocks, her smelly toes wiggling in her white athletic socks, the girl next to her was wearing Crocs. Perhaps you could squeeze through the hole of the footwear undetected and hitch a ride until she was outside the car. It was a bold move, but perhaps your only option. You decided to make a break for it, running out in the open toward the girl's left shoe.
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