Descriptive Essay About Last Day

As I walk in I see a new worker, which is weird because it is a family owned store, it was not a family member. But I still walked to the back where the coolers are and grabbed the pop my mom wanted. But I looked at the price and took the money out of my pocket to take a look at it. I had way more than I needed, so i figured why not get something for myself to eat. I stormed through the aisles, putting the money back in my pocket. I seen my favorite chips. I grabbed them and proceed up to the counter to pay. When i went to go pull out my money it was gone, like it vanished in thin air. I told the man ringing me up to wait a moment “i'll be right back”. I went back into the aisles looking for my money, hoping it would appear. All that was running through my mind was my mom's voice telling me “how could you lose the money”. Proceeding on I checked under the shelves moving the chips out of my way, when the man that was ringing me up yelled at

Slowly I turned my head back to focus onto the assortments of sweets and electronic supplies the shop offered. I knew what I wanted but I was too scared to speak because I feared my voice would give everything away. The shopkeeper kept staring at me with his oversized eyes as if he was afraid I was would take something and run away with it. Slowly I opened my mouth, took a deep breath an told him I would like to have a Tape recorder and a plastic box. He looked at me in a strange way as if he knew what I was going to do; I stared at my feet and felt the heat rising to my cheeks. After a couple of horrible, sweat breaking seconds he finally gathered the plastic box and the Tape recorder and typed a number into his cashier “4 pounds please.” Putting the money on the counter, I took my things and nearly bolted out of the shop. Sweat was dripping down my back, I could not fully explain it but the way the old man had looked at me had made feel so insecure, I felt like he was looking right through me like he knew everything even the darkest parts of

Suddenly, as I turned to go inside and grab the animals I saw that the movers left the front door wide open. Fear suddenly rose up inside me like a rocket going into the air. I was worried. What If one got out?. The thought of that made me sprint and fast as I

“Ok it’s in the back let me go get it” she walked away towards the back of the shop. While she was gone I looked around the shop. Books that haven’t been dusted in centuries filled the dark wood shelves. A chandelier covered in dust and cobwebs hung from the ceiling. Gross I thought, don’t they know how to clean here. In the midst of my thinking the lady returned with the book. “$15.23 please” she said. I handed her a $20 and then received the change. “Have a good day dear” she said.

At 6:55 p.m., Emma arrived at David and Mary Margaret’s house right on time for dinner. Sighing, Emma turned off her car after her 45-minute drive and got out of the car. The Nolans lived pretty far away from her, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. Emma had driven back home after work that evening to get some much-needed rest. Her work was also 30 minutes away from her apartment. After spending at least an hour in a car, who wouldn’t be tired?

The automatic doors made a whoosh noise as they slid apart, granting me entrance into this social hell. However, it seemed that on this day, hell had frozen over. There were still people there, of course, but none of them turned and smiled at the sound of the doors. They just continued their shopping. I ignored the strange sight because I really didn’t want to get involved in whatever was going on in this town. I went about my business, focusing on what I needed to purchase.

The next morning when I woke up I grabbed some money to nabb some breakfast in town and headed out the door towards the building I had seen Grandma Bel go in. I sat down at a cafe across the street I scanned the people going in and out of it, the loud music and laughing inside, and a little bookstore in the corner of the

Opening the front door and walking down the dark street, the lamps not illuminating the asphalt for the night just yet. I was only three blocks away from my house, I could see it from where I stood, the white building standing out from the rest at the end of the cul-de-sac, but it seemed it was light years away. Trudging my feet slowly then picking up the pace into a meager trot, I hefted myself up onto the front stairs seeing that the door had been forced open, the wood around the lock shot open.

Many retail stores have eliminated human cashiers for the most part, leaving customers no other option but to use self-check-out kiosks. This was the case at an IKEA outlet, where the president of an international consulting firm, who has tested kiosks worldwide, was a customer (Gagliordi). In the article, “IKEA checks out of self-service” at retailcustomerexperience.com, Francie Mendelson, president of Summit Research Associates, was quoted as saying, “There was no explanation on how to use them. I was aiming the scan gun at the bar codes and it just wasn’t working. An employee came by and said I needed to hold the scanner about six inches from the barcode. I asked her, 'How was I supposed to know that? There is nothing on the screen to indicate that this is how the thing works. ' She shot me an angry look and walked away” (Gagliordi). The self-check-out kiosk at this IKEA store clearly aggravated the seasoned veteran user, so perhaps it could be concluded that customer service by way of computer is not a good option. The kiosks not only cause frustration, but also create backed up lines in the smaller areas they are positioned in (Gagliordi). After a rash of customer complaints, U.S. IKEA stores removed the self-check-outs (Gagliordi). IKEA is not the only retail store that has put human cashiers back to work.

One cold wet afternoon in early November, the fog was so thick I felt a though I could reach out and grab it. It had been bright sunshine when we walked into that forest. Or should I say when we were chased into it.

In the beginning of summer, we started our weekend at the beach as a family taking pleasure in the occasion that ideally suited the seasonable burning temperature. Our plan composed of immersing in the water, simultaneously, distressing our straining body from the weekend’s vigorous busy days. This family outing gave an impression that it might surpass one of the most desirable family trips since the weather perfectly suited an outdoor day at the beach.

Hi everyone, I will be talking about what I did this summer. This could take a while because to tell you I been on heck of a journey. Well with that being said let me remember want I was doing when school was let out!

Hey, all of you I was thinking of writing you an email so that's what I'm going to do. Monday all I got down on paper was … Now, as many of you may know. I will not be able to continue the last week of July 2017 LITs due to unforeseen circumstances. I was looking forward to spending the rest of the time with you guys but I know now that will not be the case unless you come to August LITs… Just three sentences and I think when I read it over today, I used an urban American accent but okay. I really have no idea what to say or do right now. You felt like a family away from home although it was short lived for the most part I could recall every good moment. I'm pretty disappointed that I didn't see the Fireflies garage band video. I just

“You never know when your last day on Earth will be, make the best out of everyday.” My mother told my brother and I the night before tragedy struck. I went to bed on that quiet night in May; woken up by a terrible and heartbreaking nightmare. The nightmare was composed of my cousin, Travis, dying in a car crash. Staying awake for ten more minutes to receive a phone call that my nightmare has become a reality. Being only 14 years old, I couldn't quite grasp the idea that my best friend, my other brother, and my big cousin has just left all of us forever. For the next 5 years of my life, I applied my mothers saying, “you never know when your last day on Earth will be, make the best out of everyday” to everything I did/do. Travis would have never known his last day on Earth would be May 21st, 2012, only 19 years old. Life can be taken away from us in split second; so why don't we live each day like its our last? Why do people take love and life for granted? Sadly, it takes tragedy to make people realize that tomorrow is not granted.

“It’s me”, I replied. “What is going on down there, are you right?” I asked him.