Sunday, June 16, 2024
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A Man Named Henry

I met a guy named Henry while I was working today. I was 1/3 techs onsite (It was a Polo Ralph Lauren store), Henry was one of them. He’s semi-bald, in his 40’s, and he’s pretty rad. We upgraded their server system and replaced 6 point of sale systems (a receipt printer, barcode reader, monitor, computer, and register drawer). I say Henry was pretty rad because he was talking to himself the whole time, and didn’t stop even if you were trying to talk to him. He also kept randomly whistling one note over and over.

He was cool, though. Henry worked faster than me and the other tech combined, and still had the time to pack up about 50 large boxes for recycling. After we were done, we needed a ride to a Perkins restaurant down the street. Henry was the only way to get there at that point, unless we wanted to walk 10 miles. As we approached Henry’s car, we both looked at each other in wonderment.

Henry’s car was basically the definition of “OH NO”, piled with “WHAT THE F@#K!?”. He had a car battery on the floor powering a huge HP printer, a laptop, and a GPS module (There was probably more, but f@#k me if I was even going to try looking). So, me and the other tech sat on a board the entire ride, a @#$!% wooden board. I can not forget the state of this man’s car, it was utterly amazing. You couldn’t see ANY of the original interior due to the amount of filth and junk he had crusted onto it.

It was a good day.

-I had to censor this a bit (but I would probably say the same thing) -Rob

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