*Ring Ring*
“Hello?”
“You free tomorrow?”
“Yeah.”
“Go pick up a truck in Columbia and drive it to Olney.”
“Ok, boss.”
*Click*

That’s the basic phonnecall that my uncle and I had last Sunday night. My job was to get to Colombia, MO somehow and get one of his work trucks delivered to Olney, Illinois.

I popped the Metrolink to the airport and tried to hop a Greyhound. The bus was 45 minutes late, but I had a nice conversation with some construction guys while I was waiting. One of them told me that the default unlock code for the PS2 parental lock is 7444. It’s information that won’t make me any money, but it might come in handy someday.

So the bus shows up and the driver says “You’re not getting on this bus.” It was overbooked, and my only option was to sit on the floor if I wanted to get to Columbia. Now, sitting on the floor of a Greyhound is twice as disgusting as riding on the great grey dog, but I had to get on that bus. Uncle Brian would have had my nuts in a vise had I wimped out. It was a pretty quick trip, and I’m hoping that the liquid that ran down the bus aisle to soak me was a Sprite and not urine.

I got up at six the next morning, helped load the truck, and headed for good ‘ol Olney, Illinois. Pretty uneventful four hour trip, but I had to drive slow since the truck was loaded with a few thousand pounds of gear.

Now, the original plan was to stay the night in Olney and take a Greyhound back to St Louis the next day, but my dad was passing through town and offered to take me home. Since I couldn’t get ahold of my mom or sisters I went ahead and took the quick ride back to St Louis. Dad and I had a nice chat on the drive, and it was pretty cool.