"What's wrong with you Paul?" Gary slid into the booth I was at in the Rusty Rocket dinner. I folded up the classified ads and took a big swig of hot coffee.
     "I don't know. When I woke up this morning I had a feeling..."
     " Oh no, not this again," grumbled Gary.
     "I had a feeling that today was going to be different. We need to do something with our lives Gary. I am sick and tired of doing the same job for three years now without a pay raise or anything."
     "How about a Las Vegastar. They opened a new casino on the third moon"
     "No," I growled, "we need to get off the beaten path. I'm tire of all of this perfection."
     "How could anyone be tired of a utopia. There's no wars, economy is good, the whole universe is happier than it ever was."
     "Well not me, I'm miserable. I just got fired from my job."
     "It was your own fault."
     "Hush," I snapped at him. "I was earning just enough money to survive, I have no girlfriend, and I'm starting to go bald!"
     "No you're not."
     "Yes I am," I said yanking my hair hoping a large chunk would pull out to prove him wrong.
     "You're only twenty-five," he responded.
     "This coming from a five year old," I said in a snarky manner.
     "Hey," he retorted "you know we mature very quickly."
     "This is what I'm talking about. We have all this pent up anger from everything being good. There's nothing to complain about. This weekend, we are going on a road trip to get away from perfection and live life!"
     Gary was a little uneasy at first, but he soon did agree. He left the diner soon after and went back to assembling the emergency incapacitation alarms on the main safety units while I searched for a new job. I kept looking in the paper everyday to no avail. Mabey because I was too busy waking up at noon and watching old cartoons to look in the newspaper. Mabey, mabey not.
     Soon enough though the weekend came and Gary arrived at my house.
     "Ready for the big trip?" I welcomed Gary.
     " I don't know, this still sounds like a bad idea."
     "Nonsense!" I responded, "let's get our stuff into the ship and blast off into the Milkyway."
     I pressed the little red button on the garage remote and the door dematerialized.
     Gary stared dumbfound into the garage chanting "Oh no, no."
     I couldn't help but to smile and say, "Oh yes."