Henrobservation

Henry here,
Yes we have some catching up to do. Don’t worry there’s plenty to talk about, Thanksgiving, Agent Birthday, and this amazing day about a man in a red coat. But I want to spend this small bit of opportunity to talk about something that happened to me today.
So H-Legit productions is always on the move. I spend a lot of time in Henrywood at a little place that does a lot of work for me called H-Images. I personally love the drive. Or I would, if I could, I think, stupid laws, anyway as we drive I like to day dream about.
Some call them salad days, some yester year, some something else. I call them Hemories. The finest of all memories, the one’s that make you smile, I think of the Line Producers, the Gaffers, the Marketers. I think how I miss all the employees of my satellite companies. I think of them as we drive and I smile.

“Don’t panic.” Says my Publicist suddenly facing me.
Don’t panic? Want to make someone panic? Tell them not to panic. Might as well put a bowl of raw cookie dough in front of me and say ‘Whatever you do, don’t eat this.’ That’s pretty much the moment I realized that as much as I miss the rest of my employees, this one I can’t seem to get rid of. I wake up and he’s there. I go to bed, he’s there, I sneeze and he’s in my face asking if I just sneezed. Yes, I sneezed. You saw it, you heard it. I can prove you were there by what’s on your shirt. Why would you ask these ridiculous questions? And now am not suppose to panic? Well let me just tell you what not to do….
Then I saw it. Flashing blinking lights. The kind on fire trucks and Emergency vehicles. It’s an Emergency! Where? Where is the emergency? Is it here? Is it me? Am I the emergency? Should I be emergencing?


The yellow flashing lights swarm the inside of the car like a hornets’ nest. The amber hue drowns my skin like a dandelion field during sunrise. The Golden …..wait…. thought forming…. Hold….the…. line….yellow yellow yellow. Emergency lights are red and blue….forming….. thinking….if light is not red and blue then it’s not an emergency.
Stand down.
I turn to see what this is all about. The car behind us is a police car, but a police car with yellow lights on top.
“Read the words” I command my Publicist.
“Parking enforcement.” He replies.
Parking enforcement? Does he want me to pull over? But if I pull over I’ll be parked illegally in a no parking zone and I’ll get a parking ticket. If I don’t pull over am I disobeying an officer and will he send me, and when I say me I mean my Publicist to jail? What do I do? It’s a riddle wrapped in an enigma and just as I felt the aneurysm wield it ugly jaw the Parking Enforcement car turned into a Carl’s Junior.

Which brings me to the point of this story and the moral of the observation. Carl’s Junior’s six dollar burger is, in my opinion a really good burger and easily worth that price.
Happy New Year!
Henry Out!