Henry Parking

Henry has the most brazen attitude towards parking of any person I know. I was reminded of this because a friend of mine received a ticket today. He parked outside of Sweet Hall, next to that gate. There’s a little space on the right of it; he parked there and got a ticket. Anyway, there was this one time, I was going to FiCS with the worship team equipment, and since we have to get the stuff to 370-370, we would drive onto campus. The way we usually went was through that gate by Sweet Hall.

Anyway, I was driving, I think by myself, and I was probably running late. And I get to the gate, and Henry has parked his car directly in front of the gate. I mean, it’s bold enough to park near the gate, but he parks his car, identifiable by the Lawrenceville sticker, literally in the middle of the street, right in front of the gate so absolutely no one can get through, legitmately or otherwise.

I was so angry that I got out of my car, clenched my fists and yelled to the sky, “Henry!!!!!!!” It kind of looked like the pose in Shawshank when Andy is in the rain. And my voice was like Marlon Brando in Streetcar Named Desire, when he yells “Stella!!!!” I was so furious.

And that’s my story.