Personal Narrative: A Day At Grocery Home

The date was January 6th on a Saturday. The wind was howling and the temperature was extremely cold. It was about 4:30 and the sun were starting to set. The sky had a red and yellow tint. And the air was dry. The floor was still full of salt. And the grass had a layer of snow on top. I entered the white-bricked building. As I walk towards the register a customer approaches and claims “Ooooh it 's freezing outside today.” I respond and agree “yeah it 's cold today, you gotta stay warm!” To continue on with my day, the large number of the People entering the door reminded me of a stream of water. They poured in from the door one by one like a herd of bulls running. The register was opening and closing constantly and behind my back, my co-worker shouts “It’s sure busy get the register while I help this woman with the lottery.”

It wasn 't long until the store was full of a busy grocery store. People walked through isles frantically in order to satisfy their craving. CIgarettes were coming off the shelve faster than you can keep track. As minutes passed the sun grew lower behind the horizon. Over the course of a few minutes, the constant stream of people grew smaller. The register opened and there my hands were constantly grasping the money and handing it back to the customers. Many people that came in began to start buying lottery. It was Saturday the drawing for the biggest lottery game the Powerball. We were selling these tickets to customers as if every ticket was a winner. One middle-aged man walked up to the register with his merchandise and I began to scan them one by one then putting them in the bag. In a calm contentful voice, I said to him “Go ahead and swipe your card