This is more “car fever” than “cabin fever” but the feeling was pretty much the same.
When I was young my family and I went for a vacation on an island. On our way back home the ferry workers went on strike. We were trapped in our car, in a line of cars for DAYS.
They had emergency workers out providing the car village with food an porta-potties but Mom wanted us in and around the car all the time in case we ever moved.
The emergency workers proved to be valuable when an organization (being nice) came to the cars an was handing out hot soup. Very. hot. soup.
I dropped my soup and burned my foot through the sock. I still have the scars to remind me of the event.
