Personal Narrative: Wendy's Advertisement

I am feeling repentant about dining at Chili’s, last week, due to the terrible experience that I had. The semblance of the restaurant from the outside, made it seem like a nice place to dine in, but when I stepped into the place, it had a very unkempt appearance. Not only was the interior appearance untidy but the smell of the place made me feel nauseated. It smelled as if there has been a dead rat in the place for a week. When I took a seat, I hoped that an amiable waiter who reveres their customers would take my order. Instead, a waiter with an impassive look on his face walked up to the table I was sitting at. His way of speaking English was enigmatical. I couldn’t understand a word he was saying. When I finally figured that he was trying

I rapidly took the bathtub scrub and started scrubbing like my life depends on it. I always said the most ungracious stuff about my mom not being book smart. As I was cleaning, I felt drowsy more than ever. I felt like I overdosed myself with allergy medicine. My eyes were easily closing like I was giving up on life. As soon I put out the trash on the porch, I ran so fast. I ran faster than an Olympic track and field star. As soon as I got to my room, I cleaned my room so fast I bet the flash could not reach my speed limit. By the time I was done my mom entered the room with the Bible. All I could say is “what, she wants to preach now. I think I have been through heck already” she hands me the bible and says read this scripture, I read “children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right” Ephesians 6:1. Before I knew she was ranting very loudly about her life in Africa, how her mother suffered for her and that she was so respectful. I bet 5 million dollars she did not lie due to how she treats her mom now. I started crying and realized how I was wrong about my

At the beginning of this school year, I began to realize something. I realized that my high school years were coming to an end. This was an eye opener for me. I didn't know what to expect of my last year nor what I wanted to do after high school. I then began looking for a job. So I applied to Chick-fil-a. I waited patiently several weeks for a call, but received no call whatsoever. I patiently waited for a new opportunity to come along. Until finally, I was given an opportunity at an electrical shop. On the first day of work I was introduced to the staff and learned the procedures of what needed to be done. My job now was to maintain the shop clean and to keep all materials organized as well as other tasks that helped me grow with my skills.

Have you ever been to Dave and Busters It is so cool. It is so fun because my brother, sister, and cousin work there and there is ice cream and hamburgers.

Once upon a time I was at a track and field day with my friends and It was finally lunch time. So me and my friends went to the concession stand. I didn't want to go to the concession stand cause I don't really like concession stand food.

I had asked my mom if she would take me to go get the game, and she said she would. We got to the store, and we looked at the price. Oh my goodness this game was a ninety dollar game. My mom strongly told me that if she bought this game then I would be doing chores for a month straight. Chores weren 't so bad so I took the chance in the game, and did my chores.

(IDK what to do for the first sentence) I, among many others, can tell stories about the people we have come across at “The Bee’s.” I have met some delightful people, and some questionable people in my short time of working there.

Kaely Camacho, also known as Ca”Nacho Cheese”, Is someone I was close with a cared very deeply for since my early childhood. In 8th grade, the year 2012, I lost my best friend. This time I couldn’t fix it with a simple “I’m sorry”. It wasn’t expected or even properly explained. On April 13, 2012, my 13-year-old best friend died in a car accident. She had the prettiest blonde hair, and blue eyes that compared to the ocean water.

It all started in my basement, I was playing my Xbox in my soft gray couch as the screeching door was opened. My mom walked in frantically and nervous as she handed me the shiny gray ipad. Suddenly I looked at the ipad it was a blank white screen, it was slower than molasse as I sat there I was freaking out about what she had to show me. There were thoughts bubble in my head like¨Is it really what think it is” or ¨ Did I make the team¨. After a dreadful five minutes it finally had come I was so scared I probably almost peed myself. As I was looking through the page, I did not see my name but then I realized it was in alphabetical order as soon as I knew I went the bottom of the then I saw my name. My family and I were so excited we were jumping

“YAY! I finally graduated! Villanova University Class of 2015!” “Now it’s time to enjoy a meal with the family.” These were words that I said the day of my graduation in May of this past year. I am sitting here now reminiscing on this very important day in my life. All this nostalgia is getting me hungry, so I decided to take a trip to the Cheesecake Factory to re-live the experience. From the outside, the Cheesecake Factory looked like a big castle; the inside was huge. The lighting was really pretty, especially at night. They have a nice cheesecake display that could be admired as soon as one enters the restaurant. I could smell the rich, decadent cheesecakes. The seating is either tables or booths. The restaurant was very inviting. The

In television commercials and magazine ads, Miller uses sex, and woman as a way to grab your attention and to sell the product. We all have heard the saying “sex sells” but how far can alcohol companies take it. In their latest commercials, Miller uses two very attractive female twins that argue about to positive aspects for why they drink Miller. One argues she drinks it for the great taste and the other because it’s less filling. This leads to a fight between these two very sexy twins ripping each others clothes off and wrestling around in a fountain of water; they strip each other down to just their underwear.

I have a good friend who is half Cuban from his dad side of the family and his grandmother is completely Cuban. Every time he speaks with his grandmother, he talks to her in her native language. It’s so wonderful to hear the conversation although I have no idea what is being said. So every once in a while Bart hosts a dinner party and this time he decided to have a few signature dishes that his grandmother has taught him to make (of course there were a few things that were modernized). We started out with a black bean salsa type with home-made corn tortilla chips, I also was able to try ropa vieja served over rice (i.e. which is a fancy way of saying shredded beef), I can say I have not tasted anything like it before. It seemed that a lot of

The commercial was established to persuade its viewers to drink Budweiser beer. Men/Women and beer are just like the horse and puppy relationship in the commercial. At the end, the screen shows “#bestbuds” which is what they believe the relationship between beer and men/women shall be. The whole commercial was most likely made to support Budweiser but it could also have an underlying meaning. Possibly the sign at the beginning showing “Puppy Adoption” could be significant showing viewers to adopt puppies. Furthermore, the morality of the commercial was to assist the company in growing by getting more people to drink Budweiser.

This is honestly just going to be a story about the love for Taco Bell. Normally I go with my parents and get dinner or lunch. My normal order is a chicken quesadilla meal which comes with a taco too. Cherry Pepsi is my drink of choice with the meal. Along with that I also get two fiesta potatoes. The best part of the meal is the fiesta potatoes. The sour cream, cheese, and potatoes make for a wonderful taste. My off-meal is 3 tacos, a cherry Pepsi, and two fiesta potatoes. The quesadilla is really good. The cheese, chicken, and sauce they put into it makes it taste super good. I’ve learned that the inside soda machine is nowhere near as good. So if we do go in I normally get a Mountain Dew instead of cherry Pepsi. In

At this point, I wasn't focused on winning a dispensable 3DS. Instead, I was very anxious about the bill from the arcade and what my parents had to say, and it was hard to keep my mind off of the topic; at the time it felt like a malignant crime. I knew for a fact that I had spent too much and was too scared to find out exactly how much I spent. I felt guilty and dumb for spending so much money, more than the actual cost, trying to win a Nintendo 3DS. I hoped that my parents wouldn't say anything about it or get mad, but I knew that something would happen.