Stop By Wendy 's For A Baked Potato Or Not Essay

I pulled out of my driveway behind a white pickup truck that was speeding and thought to myself how lucky I was to have not gotten behind someone driving slowly. Keeping up with the truck was easy, knowing I wouldn’t get a speeding ticket if the driver in front of me was going the same speed. As I drove around a curve, going a little too fast for this particular twist in the road, the right front tire of my jeep caught the gravel on the side of the road. The roads were slick from rain and applying the brakes caused me to hydroplane, then lose control and head into the ditch on the right side of the road. Scared to death, I jerked the wheel to get back onto the road, which I should’ve never done. Turning the steering wheel too hard,

Wendy’s as a company is in the Restaurant Industry, more specifically, the Services sector. The company’s major businesses are in Wendy’s fast food restaurants that are located all over the United States, with a few international locations as well. They provide quick food for the population, and pride themselves on quality and fresh never frozen beef.

There it was, the image many people imagine in their nightmares. I could feel the cold sensation running through my veins when I looked up to view the many windows broken. As I looked up again, I think I might’ve seen something move.

In town, the rain was so intense, I could barely see ten feet in front of me. When I got onto Highway 14, everything around me was pitch black. The rain had stopped at the moment so I decided to go the normal speed limit, 65 mph. As I approached the curves, I thought to myself, “ I should probably slow down due to the conditions of the road.” I pushed that thought to the back of my mind, which was a huge mistake. A few seconds later I lost

At 8:46 am that morning I felt a sharp pain in my side. It was then that I realized that an airplane had hit me in the side. Parts of me were falling apart and I did not know what to do. As I stood there in despair and not knowing what to do I just looked out and saw many things happen at once. People were scramming to get out and to find safety from this disaster and me. The police and firemen arrived and tried to help the people. Minutes later at 9:03 am my brother who still stood tall and strong was also hit by an airplane. I couldn’t bear to look at him and the pain that he was going through. Though I was in

It was a cold stormy night. The house was still. I was lying in bed when I heard a series of knocks at the door. As I descended the stairs the knocks were getting louder and louder. I thought to myself, "Who could be at the door this late at night?" When I opened the door there was a tall man dressed all in black. He smelled of fish and looked like he just walked out of a mud pit. He was having car troubles and needed to use the phone. I invited him in and told him that the phone was down the hall in the living room. Instead of calling the tow truck he called his friend, George, to come pick him up. I invited him to have a cup of coffee and some cookies while he waited for his friend to pick him up. We talked for about an hour when there

I heard myself scream. Crash. Glass from the back window flies forward in slow motion, it looked like snow. Jolted forward, I hit my head and

December 15, 2015, 8:43 pm. I was on my way to get a white elephant gift for the Christmas party I had the next day. As I approached the green light, I quickly decided to go into the left turn lane to go a different route. As I sat at the red light, I fiddled with the worn away part of my steering wheel partly out of boredom and partly from being nervous about the final I had the next morning. I looked around blatantly not knowing that in the next couple of seconds, my life was going to change. I looked in the rear view mirror at the blurry truck

The car coming was trying to turn I didn’t know that they were going to continue to drive seeing that I had the right a way the kept driving and began to turn. The driver of the other car had hit the passenger side of my car. I remember getting out of the car and seeing all these random pieces of plastic and medal laying on the ground as other car continued to drive pass. All I heard was the sound of the crash kept replaying in my head and at one point all I heard was the sirens of the police, ambulance and firetrucks. Even though it wasn’t a big crash.

Throughout the day all we did was pack and move our room's into the van with everything packed we went for our 8 hour drive to Little Creek Vermont. I never realized how far from civilization we would be. When we finally get there I jumped out of the car excited to get out of the car and to go exploring new land and the house. I heard someone yell “WATCH OUT!” by the time I heard them and turned around to see what I need to move for it hit me literally hit me right in the face. I got knocked straight off my feet to the ground as I let out a yelp feeling the pain from the contact grabbing my face feeling some blood on my hand when I grabbed my face. All of the sudden I felt my body tingle when someone put their hand on me and helped lean me up. I heard this deep male voice that sent chills down my spine. I couldn't help myself

Boom! I heard a crash of a car. I looked up , I thought I was in shock for a minute just from the loud sound! Once I came back to earth I saw what had happened I just didn't know it. As if it was a video the incident played back in my mind. I saw a big medal dump truck turning the corner, as a red pickup truck stopped in the middle of the road the dump truck driver tried to cease ...but it's was too late. I heard a bash and then for just a second everything was silent .

One day, I was coming to RVCC from my home. I left my home at 6:15am because I had a class at 7:00 am. The weather was foggy and it was raining so much that morning. I was heading toward north to exit 14B. Exit 14B is on the right side if you come from south. So I moved from middle lane to express lane. As I was about to take the exit, one brand new Mercedes- Benz came from all the way left lane to express lane without showing the side light plus he was speeding. He tried to get in front of my car and it hit the passenger side of my car with great force. Since it was raining, my car skidded and hit the side railing of the road, I got really scared and my car’s driver side door was fully damaged and also my left side. Also the car coming behind me tried to pull the break, and he was able to control his car so. I and that guy, who was driving Mercedes- Benz we both stood on the 287, right at the exit. Because there was no other place we can go. I was sitting in the car, for the first 10 minutes, I was so terrified, I felt paralyzed. I did not know what happen, I was breathing very fast because I felt like I was choking. I was crying and all the emotions are just shooting on me. Because this is the first time I have been in the accident, I called the cops and I was more terrified from cops. I did not know, what will cop do and whose fault that would be? I did not know at the time that I was experiencing the biological and physiological underpinnings of trauma.

I just left and got out of there before something happened. I was going home and I hear this loud. BANG a car hit someone’s house and the car started to make fire. There was a time when a car flip in front of my neighbors house it was so scary to see a big car rolling around. We’d called 911 as fast as we could. We were running away from the car and the house the people who owned the house were still in the house. The car was in front of the house. The house started

My father and I sat down in the car to go back home from getting a haircut. We almost left the parking lot before we noticed two grown men running through the parking lot; One man was chasing the other man for some reason. The first man ran away into the nearby neighborhood and escape the clutches of second man. My father, a recently new police officer, decided to find out the problem from the second man. The second man explained to my father that the first man had stolen his car keys from him and ran away. My father heard this and his instinct was to go find that man and take the keys and return them to the rightful owner, so my father and I drove in the car to the neighborhood the first man ran towards to try and find him. I became exhilarated

The window sill flashed with a sudden burst of light another rumble shook the house. Without a second thought I lifted the screen and flicked the foul thing, slamming the window shut before the rain decided to start falling. How could that tooth have gotten there? Wasting no time I hurried to make sure no other portal's were left open to let the weather in. As I walked further away from the window I could still smell something, the old man's breath... It almost seemed to be getting stronger and uniquely intense. Making my way through the house the smell was consistent room to room. Finally I made my way to the bathroom just to check my mouth out of paranoia. When I looked in the mirror everything seemed fine, one of my top left teeth fell onto the sink bouncing off the rim and onto the floor. I couldn't believe it. I heard some sort of scuttling accompanied with soft dark whispers but couldn't focus. As I stared at my tooth I could feel the warm trickle of blood starting to hit my tongue. The bathroom door slowly started opening, but only slightly. No one's supposed to be here for another few days? A small ash black almost translucent hand appeared feeling the bathroom floor as if it was someone lying down. I had no