Personal Narrative: An Inspector Calls

It was just like any ordinary day or at least I thought, Colby..Colby...COOLLLBBYYY my mother screamed at me I had woke up late I had sprung out of bed, then we all loaded up in the truck and take off to go to work. As we headed off to my parents store Next Generation Produce my father received a call. The phone call was from the store, my father answered it calmly “hello”, Bay one of my father's employees had told him that the health inspector was there. Both my mother and father had freaked out not knowing what to expect if something was was wrong. My father asked bay how long has he been there for and if we were busy for the day. Bay told my father that he had just arrived and we were busy all day. As we arrived to the store in a blink of an eye my parents

They had walked all around the store checking anything and everything it had seemed to take forever. For example they had checked the dates on everything, walked around looking to see if the walls were clean, if the employees had a ring, gloves, hat on… he would not stop until everything was checked out. He continued to make little marks on his paper I was so nervous if that was a good or bad thing I had no clue. The health inspector had kept asking my parents about what they do in the juice room if the employees all wear their gloves and all types of question about the health code if we were breaking any health code violations. All of a sudden he was finished he started to tell us what we need to do about it. Surprisingly he did not say very much except that we needed to scrub the walls down a little more where the juice had shot up on the wall, that my mother could not wear her wedding ring while making anything in the back room, and we could not have water in the produce cooler. We had passed with an A for the health inspectors