In the morning, the clearners in the mall greeted Joseph and then went back to their work. Joseph prepared everything before the cook and his father came to work and then sat down to enjoy his coffee along with his toasted cheese sandwich. He loved the silence in the mall. The whole area was lit as if there would be a celebration as usual which was a clever trick because it encouraged customers to come here and stay longer. The mall offered free Wi-Fi which meant more business for the dining area as well. He imagined if he was a customer what he would have in the morning and looked around. Not Japanese early in the morning…Not Indian either…Nah, I don’t fancy deep fried chicken with chips. Yeah. I would rather have sausage and egg muffin with a large coffee. As Joseph played his little game whilst having his breakfast, someone poked at his back wich startled him causing him to spill his coffee.
“Stop dilly dallying, boy. Clean the mess you created and get to work” His father ordered him as he walked to the kitchen.
Joseph nearly chocked on his toast and stood up to clear the table with shaky hands. Yup. My break finishes and back to misery again.
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As soon as Curtis walked into the mall the next day, he noticed the man’s drooping shoulders and his refusal to look at the customers ' faces. He seemed to be functioning again on autopilot. Curtis instantly knew something was wrong. When he saw the old man 's hostile stare, he knew something must have happened again. It wasn
With this new money, Reb starts to look for business opportunities. One day he finds a grocery store for sale in the newspaper and decides to go check it out. Shena warns him not to buy the store until she inspects it so Reb calls for Shena to come see the store. Once Shena is there, she sees that the store’s business is booming, there are tons of customers rushing around to buy goods. The amount of people in the store worries Shena.
Around 6:30 pm, Mr. D. (education advocate worker) walks in and states that dinner will be packaged and taken home. T.T.: “Why can’t we eat here?”
The fascinating factor from the story is the vividness of the author’s memories. Even though many years passed by, he could even recall what was the breakfast when he was in elementary. Probably, these memories were so remarkable that he had a special shelf in his mind to store it. However, no matter how strong the memory was, it
It begins to grow empty and desolate, being how no human life habits it. It also somewhat becomes a reminder of Grandfather’s death. Consequently, it ends up turning into a great, up and running coffeehouse again, and Mattie gets to pursue her dream. Anderson uses description and imagery to depict the good that comes out of this. The detailed sentence, “Three days after we opened for business, every chair in the room was filled, the air thick again with arguments, tobacco smoke, and the smell of fresh coffee and cakes...
It was an autumn morning- the crisp September breeze was rattling the newly bare tree limbs, leaves of crimson red, orange and golden tones covered the ground like a soft blanket, and the smell of freshly bailed hay roamed the little parking lot full of vendors. As I got out of my car to walk under the festive tents a lady who seemed quite important and knowledgeable about the Bridgeport Farmers Market walked by ringing a bell. People started traveling through the tents discussing with vendors and other shoppers about an array of things; like the weather or ‘this eggplant color is so rich’ or ‘the healing power of the cookbook.’ Quickly, the small little shopping center that was filled with vibrant colored fruits, vegetables, and flowers became extremely loud. Conversations and chatter were surrounding me as I began to enter the tiny outdoor supermarket.
It’s the one store Floridian middle-class families go to get their groceries and miscellaneous products at midday in their pajamas. Its green theme and rounded letters attract all who are near. When you enter, you smell the bakery’s apple pies and bread clash with the Deli’s honey roasted hams and rotisserie chickens. You see all kinds of people shopping there from the suburban mom picking juice boxes for her kids to the 20-year-old guy who doesn’t know how he got there. The workers are nice enough,
He worked at a factory where they make dog food. Charles hated it there. It was smelly everyday and he couldn’t work in conditions like that anymore. So he decided to find a better job that didn’t have an odor everyday. Charles read the newspaper everyday searching for a job, but with no luck he decided to read other parts of the newspaper besides job opportunities.
He is writing to a friendly American audience who very likely has had a French fry or two in their lifetime. However, when he
Despite these feelings, Mary knew she had to reveal her secret. She pulled open the glass door and guided her young son into the lobby. As she entered, she caught sight of him behind the main desk speaking to a younger man, who looked like an intern. The sound of the door closing behind them captured the attention of the men, and Bill came to greet Mary and the little boy. “Hello Mary, nice seeing you again”, his words sounded echoed in her mind, “What are you doing here?”
Then he must dress hurriedly and get to his job on time. He wouldn’t let her get him any breakfast at all. He wanted her to
He gave her kiss and a hug but “he was so tempted to go with her” because her perfume was making him wanting to go with her. So she left and he started his pretend work for the night. He had yellow paper with work on it from his job. When the window was open a gust of wind came in and picked up the yellow paper and took it outside onto the ledge. “ It was ridiculous”
His tone within his syntax reveals that bigger and better is the enjoyment amongst most individuals nowadays; “Getting lost, feeling lost, being lost- these states of mind are intentional features of the mall’s psychological terrain. These are, one notices, no clocks or windows, nothing to distract the shopper’s psyche from the alternate reality of the mall conjures” (199). The use of syntax emphasizes that reality is not a concern on the mall’s terrain. His tone shifts within this syntax explaining the reality and hopes individuals want when they visit malls. “All over the planet the humblest of people have always gone to market with hope in their hearts and in expectation of something beyond mere gods- seeking a place where humanity is temporarily in ascendance” (200).
Each and every one of them received a hot meal. As Rufus bit into the delicious and spectacular food that tasted as heaven in a bowl his taste buds successfully lit up giving him a joyous feeling. He devoured the delicious food but he did so slowly as he was used to absolutely no food, this was a gift. The overwhelming and pleasant smell of home cooked food aggressively filled Rufus’s nose all night long. This was the first terrific sleep he had ever gotten and he cherished the comfortable, cozy bed he laid upon.
When Richard’s heard the news of her husband’s death, he assumed Mrs. Mallard would be devastated. While everyone knew Mrs. Mallard was “afflicted with heart trouble” (57), him and her sister, Josephine, wanted to give her the news with “great care” (57). Josephine broke the news to Mrs. Mallard in “broken sentences”
Winter was just around the corner. It was my first time in the biggest coffee shop in town. I could see the cheerful and brilliant lighting of the shop as I walked across the vast parking lot. There were tables outside the shop each with a brown vintage style umbrella. This particular coffee shop is not a cafe, it’s a coffee shop literally.