New York Casino-Personal Narrative

I could see her face trying not to laugh at my accent, I never felt so embarrassed in my whole life, but at least she did not ignore me, she replied with a smile and said “yes”. Well what a great start to my day, as I walked into the building I saw a seemingly endless line to nowhere, but as I got in line a person tapped my shoulder. I immediately turned around thinking it was the girl again, however, it was just another student, he was a tall guy, however, he did not look like he played sports, he was really scrawny, and with a surprised look at his

“Well I think I should be cleaning the windows by myself, you are a customer.”

It was a warm December day when I found the footprints in the snow by my front door. Even though it was thirty degrees outside, the snow was still a few feet deep from the snowfall last Thursday. I had looked outside my door, making sure my car was there and not vandalized and instead saw the footprints across my front yard. I owned a home with a small yard and most of it comprised of a concrete driveway. The prints were visible, about the size of large dogs, but the details about the tracks caught my eyes. I had to bend over and get a closer view at their bizarre shape.

"Look who finally decided to show up for work." The boss announces as she steps into the cafe.

On 3-12-2017 at 08:29 hours I was dispatched to US 166 and Oliver reference a suspicious vehicle occupied by a male and a female parked on the side of the road. Upon arrival I contacted the occupants of the vehicle who identified themselves by ther KS DL's. The male was Joshua W Shwab and the female was Ashley J Stewart. Ashley reported that her and Joshua have been dating for about 9 months and decided to go to one of the Oklahoma casinos last night. They left around midnight and were heading back to Wichita when they began arguing over going to another casino. Ashley wanted to go to a different one, but Joshua did not. When they got to US 166 and Oliver, Ashley told Joshua to pull over so she could use the bathroom. Once they pulled

The movie Casino produced by Martin Scorsese, is a movie based on the glories days of Frank Rosenthal (also known as "lefty") who ran the Stardust, Fremont and the Hacienda casinos in Las Vegas in 1970's. In this movie, Robert De Niro plays the role of Sam Rothstein, a top gambler who is called by the mob to oversee the day-by-day operations of the Tangiers Casino in Las Vegas, and then we got Joe Pesci playing Nicky Santoro, based on the real-life, Anthony (Tony the Ant) Spilotro (Encyclopedia casino (film)). Joe Pesci, is a good friend of Sam that has been called by the Mob to protect him, and at last but not less, Sharon Stone playing Ginger Mckenna, Sam Rothstein's wife. The movie mainly talks about how the Mafia has

        “I need your help,” he growls, giving the person on the receiving end no time to speak up first.

“Oh, next time can you please call me and tell me what you are doing.”

Narrative Essay: Revision 5 During the first week of July of 2014, when I went out to grab the mail, I was approached by an older gentleman who handed me a piece of paper, and told me that our house was in foreclosure. “That is impossible. We pay our bills on time!” “I do not know anything about your problems,” he said.

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, Mr. Stewart. You owe her a new snow shovel.”

I sat up in the dining room chair staring at the battered fridge jammed into the corner of the kitchen. It wouldn’t last more than a few weeks in that condition. Another addition to the long list of things we needed repaired. As I played with the ear of my white mug of chamomile tea, I couldn’t help but wonder what my poor husband Willy was going through. While he didn’t realize it, I knew his work was driving him mad. It upset me to see the man I love in such an erratic state. I took a sip of tea and a deep breath. It was a stressful time; soon enough Willy would be laid off and we would have to find another way to earn money.

Although one would most likely envision the picturesque Lady Liberty, the lofty Empire State Building, or even a humble Sabrett Stand upon hearing “New York City”, nothing serves as a better icon of the grand city than power outages. Being born and raised in the South Bronx, Fordham Manor specifically, I have experienced a substantial number of power outages that would occur frequently not only in my neighborhood but various other communities of the Bronx as well. Yes, they were at first a rather terrifying reminder of the borough’s crumbling infrastructure, but as I grew older and more insightful, I developed a unique perspective on these so-called disasters and was able to perceive them for what they truly were: the happiest misfortune one

One evening, my mother decided out of nowhere to take me to go eat at the Caesar Casino, she had promised me for a while that she will take me to eat there and it was my first time eating there. It was incredibly delicious, I loved it there. There was almost every kind of food you can think of, and food from all different kind of cultures. As my mother and I were eating, an elder man was walking towards our table, as if he was coming towards me to talk to me. When he approached and was able to see me more clearly he stood there next to our table in shock as if he couldn’t believe what he saw and he smacked his head and said oh my God. My mother and I looked at him confused; he came to me and said “I thought you were Solange Merdinian, she is a known Oprah singer who is a friend of mine as well. She supposed to be around the area in these couple days and I thought you were her. It is insane how much you look like her.” The elder man George,

The popper goes off again and I dump it, then load another batch. I go back to my register and lean against the counter. I listen, I can hear the poppers sizzling, I can feel the heat and I can smell the popcorn. I hear the same commercials in the lobby for the hundredth time, yet I still don’t mind. These sights, sounds and smells are familiar to me, they make me feel at home. As time goes by, more concession workers come in, we talk, we laugh and we wait for the rushes, the first to come is the one o'clock rush. The rush comes out of nowhere, like usual. One second the lobby is dead, the next you hear poppers going, people talking everywhere, you hear the indistinguishable scratchy voice on the walkie. It seems like chaos but I love it. Its organized chaos, Ill walk back to get a popcorn and if anyone else needs popcorn they fall in line behind me like a well oiled machine. Were brushing past each other, asking if we can grab thing for each other. Then it's over and before I know it, one of the supervisors is telling me that I can go home for the day because my shift ended. Then I walk back into the break room that I began in and clock off. I go home until I have to come back the next day, maybe in box office, maybe as an usher, or maybe in concessions again. I don’t know, I just show up and love my

When walking into “The Strip” in Las Vegas, an instant feel of excitement rushes up. The flashy neon lights paired with glimpses of amazing acrobatics on gigantic screens easily brings up the energy of tourists, businessmen, and gambling addicts. You may wonder how a once stranded desert can transform into such a paradise of skyscrapers. The answer lies in casinos.