The Penske story

Now I will share the Penske story because a lot of my other stories revolve around this one.

Everyone knows what a Penske is..the big yellow moving trucks, some are white.
My junior year of college we (Laura, Michelle, Kania, Krissa, Heather, and myself) went to South Padre Island for spring break. We drove down there and it was about an 18 hour drive. On the way down and back, we switched drivers every couple hours but we were all so tired anyway. With me, tired = giddy which = everything is funny. Laura was driving along, probably somewhere in Arkansas or Texas and a Penske drove by and had a bad smelling gassy exhaust. Laura goes "eewww Penske." Well, I was incredibly sleep-deprived and start cracking up about Penske. When we got to TX, we started saying Penske all the time. Like, "that's so Penske," or "those guys look like Penskes," or "you might be a Penske if." Of course, it was an inside joke and no one but us understood why it was so funny. We even made a sign for the guys next door that said "Welcome to the Penske's." Yes, I know...it's weird...but it's one of those inside jokes that's hilarious. When we got back to school, the Penske jokes continued. Everytime we saw a Penske, we mentioned it and laughed.

At Greek games a month or so later, everyone was so tired because we just finished up our I-Week. I had to take the writing exam too, so I hadn't even had a nap yet. Laura and I were going on and on about Penskes, of course, no one else thought it was funny. Then, I dropped her back off at the sorority house and guess what was parked in the parking lot...a Penske!!!! We died laughing and later found out the Penske was there to help move some stuff from our house somewhere else.

I shared this story with my dad and he says everytime he sees a Penske, he thinks of me. We told Melissa about the Penske story and that's why we were cracking up in PCB the next year. Melissa got to rent a Penske once to help her aunt move. I have never been in one, I wanted my dad to rent one when I moved, but there were no Penske parking lots where I lived. Still, to this day, if I see a Penske, I feel like I'm going to have good luck and it makes me remember all the stupid, fun times I had in college and spring breaks.