--- uuid: "1733903725596967312" title: "Voice of Reason" date: "2008-02-20" permalink: "/Voice-of-Reason.html" description: categories: ---

After I had been out of high school for a couple years (has it already been more than a couple years?!?) I was sitting at Perkins late one night and spotted some old friends of mine at another table. I went over to sit by Jack and Gil.

We got to talking about the "good ol' days" and how we all would give anything to be back in high school. Wait... Scratch that. We talked about how much we hated high school and how gleeful we are to get away from that dreadful place. Maybe it was the desire to get as far away from high school that sparked what happened next. Who knows.

Anyway, somebody suggested driving to Minneapolis, and you know how much I love random road trips, so we all jumped in The Beast and started on I-35.

We drove for about half an hour before Gillum started talking like a mad man. He was saying crazy things like "Maybe we should just turn around and go to bed."

Jack told him to shut up and we kept going.

It wasn't too long before Gil started complaining again. Jack and I really wanted to get to Minneapolis (who knows why) so we told him to toughen up and we pressed on.

After a couple hours, we just couldn't tolerate Gil's whining anymore so, 45 minutes away from Minneapolis city limits, we turned around and drove back to Des Moines.

I was really ticked at Gil. I think I've talked to him once since then.

I don't know what we would have done if we did get to Minneapolis. Probably just turn around and drive home.

And come to think of it, I was really tired the next day when I had to go to work on, like, no sleep.

Dang, maybe I should have listened to him.

Gil, if you're reading this, sorry I was such a jerk.

Wow, I feel really dumb. Why the heck did we want to go to Minneapolis in the first place???