A Space For Every Pony, And The Pony In His Space

The Pony has a parking spot!

That's right! In order to drive to school, he had to get a school-issued parking slot on the Newmentia student lot. They're numbered. Seniors get the first row, then juniors have the second row, then sophomores, as they age and get their licenses, have the third row. The pick-up drivers request the bottom row, mostly. But not The Pony. His little Ford Ranger club cab is not a dually. Doesn't take up any more room than a little car.

I won't tell you The Pony's parking slot number, but it was part of Herman Munster's address. He's in the first row. I imagine that somebody graduated at semester, and he got a recycled parking space. Otherwise he would have been relegated to the third row. It's happened with other late-bloomers.

Yes, parking spots are a big deal at Newmentia. Pupils camp out overnight in tents in front of the school to be first in line at registration, and get space #1. The local newspaper sometimes does a feature on them. As you can imagine, there was no campin' from The Pony. I have been telling him all year that he needs to get a space. Having your license isn't necessary, I think. You can get a spot for when you DO have your license and drive to school.

Which The Pony is planning for Wednesday, when he has a blood drive. Not that he's donating, of course. Let's not rush things here. He's working at it. With the time change, it should be just dusk as he's heading home.

I don't know which one of us is more excited.