The other day I had to drive 4 hours to a client's site for a 2 day visit.
The trip down there was awesome, due in part to the very generous gift I received from Phil. A few weeks ago he mentioned he had an extra copy of a CD he burned of the "Top 25 Songs of 2007" and asked if anyone wanted it. I jumped at the chance and Phil promptly mailed it off to me. I spent the entire drive rocking out to a very energizing collection of uplifting tunes. I called it the "soundtrack of my trip." Thanks Phil... I needed that.
The drive home wasn't quite the same though. After an exhausting 2 days of working 12 hours a day, I began my trip back home at 6 p.m. I was extra tired too because the bed in the hotel I had been staying in was extremely uncomfortable, the room was stinky and the temperature was too warm - so I had only slept about 4 hours each night I was there.
About 45 minutes into the drive I started nodding off (most likely because I wasn't listening to Phil's CD) and began looking for the next exit so I could take a break. Fortunately a few minutes later I saw a sign that read "Next rest stop - 22 miles." No problem. I can do 22 miles with my eyes closed! Which is pretty much how I did it.
By the time I got to the rest stop I was so freaking tired I pulled into a parking spot, reclined my seat, closed my eyes and instantly fell into a coma - without even turning off the car.
Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but when you fall asleep that quickly after driving, something very unusual happens...
... your brain doesn't realize you're only taking a nap.
That's right. Exactly 10 minutes later a little subconscious passenger tapped on my forehead and whispered softly, "Hey Jeff - you do realize you're driving down the interstate and you're sound asleep. Right?... Jeff?... Jeff?... Don't you feel the engine, the gentle vibration of your car?... Jeff?...
HEY JEFF!!! WAKE THE F*@% UP!!! YOU'RE DRIVING HEAD ON INTO A BRIDGE ABUTMENT!!!"
AAAAAGHHHHHH! I instantly bolted straight up, let out a blood curdling scream and grabbed my steering wheel. I was completely convinced I was still driving down the interstate at 75 mph, and I just about crapped my pants.
Needless to say that was the end of my nap. And my drowsiness.