He opened the door to the diner and stepped inside. The door slammed shut behind him. It always did that. It was probably the reason why the pane of glass had a jagged crack running from top to bottom. The crack had been there for as long as he could remember. It was a comfortable reminder of why he came here: no one cared here. He sat in the same place he always sat: a booth in the back near the bathroom. Dorothy, the only waitress this hole-in-the-wall had to offer, acknowledged him with a grunt and asked if he wanted anything. “Just a cup of coffee and some pancakes, please.” She oinked with indifference and waddled to the kitchen to put in the order. He watched her pour coffee that probably originated from the same batch he ordered …show more content…
Perhaps everyone else knew to stay away. The booth in the back allowed him to take in everything in the diner at once, and see people enter and exit. Nick the cook sat at the booth opposite the room from him, reading a newspaper and smoking a cigar. Nick wasn't a small man by any means, but he was a piglet to Dorothy's mother sow. The acrid smoke from his cigar said it was a Carajo, a cheap brand. His grizzled face, squinted eyes, and balding head made him look a lot older than he knew him to be. Nick's pale t-shirt and threadbare, faded jeans looked like they were present at the same food explosion Dorothy must have survived, but neither one seemed to notice. People came here to eat cheap food and try to escape their problems, not admire the view. Nick mopped sweat from his brow with his greasy shirt sleeve, and turned the page. There were two other people in the diner, both customers. He had not seen them before, and he could almost say with certainty that he would not see them in this place again. They were of no consequence. Most people who came in here for the first time left without coming back. 'It must be the food', he chuckled to himself. He had been coming to this diner for most of his adult life, though it wasn't for the food or the service. The food was sub-par and the service was worse. There was no one here he knew outside of the diner, and he wasn't greeted as regular when he came. But he always came here when
In the essay written by Joey Franklin, the author exposes his own internal conflict, as well as the existing prejudice against fast food restaurant workers. The work is well developed, with the use of witty diction and tone, in addition to the appeals to rhetorical devices.
Jonathan Edwards's sermon, "Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God" is moving and powerful. His effectiveness as an eighteenth century New England religious leader is rooted in his expansive knowledge of the Bible and human nature, as well as a genuine desire to "awaken" and save as many souls as possible. This sermon, delivered in 1741, exhibits Edwards's skillful use of these tools to persuade his congregation to join him in his Christian beliefs.
In Don’t Blame the Eater, David Zinczenko composes his opinion on the fast food industry’s absence of nutritional information and more. Zinczenko starts his piece by giving his own life experience. He recalls his childhood trying to find food and that fast food was “the only available options for an American kid to get an affordable meal” (Zinczenko 462). By giving his own life experience, Zinczenko relates to the reader and grabs their attention.
Edwards' creative choice of words that he uses describes the power of God and the terrible Hell awaiting sinners. These words easily infiltrate into the minds of his congregation and frighten them beyond belief. These choices of words and his use of such vivid images are mostly successful in their intent, to scare and put fear into his audience. Edwards held his audience locked up with his promises of eternal damnation if proper steps were not taken. The congregation felt the intense impact of his rhetorical strategies and lived on the fear of the power of God. In this way, he was able to keep his followers from sin and away from the fiery pits of Hell.
Both passages agree that everyone is full of sin and will one day face their judgements. Jonathan Edwards’s “Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God” and Nathaniel Hawthorne’s “The Ministers Black Veil” are effective in their own point of view. Edwards uses second person point of view to “point at” the reader that they’re being the ones read to. Hawthorne uses third person omniscient point of view to show the reader the different sides of what he is writing about. Edwards was more effective with his second person point of view because the reader will feel they’re the ones at fault for the sin when the passage was made 100s of years ago.
He explains that, “Lunch and dinner, for me, was a daily choice between McDonald’s, Taco Bell, Kentucky Fried Chicken or Pizza hut” (Zinczenko 462). For most of his early life the only way to get an affordable meal was to eat at fast food restaurants. He then asks the question, “shouldn’t we know better than to eat two meals a day in fast-food restaurants?” (463). He raises this question to address the accessibility of food.
During the dinner time rush, many of the tables began to fill up, and at about 6:30 there were no clear tables. Often I saw that only one person was occupying a table that could potentially seat 6, but no one was willing to sit down where there was room. I noticed that many people stood around waiting for a table to open up, or they would hover naggingly around a table until its occupiers finally gave in, and relinquished the table. When
During the Puritan Era, much of the literature was written as a way to share the gospel of God’s word with others by interweaving some of the Puritan beliefs and doctrines in to the works. Jonathan Edwards uses many of these beliefs in his atypical sermon titled “from Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God” in order to scare members of the church congregation into going through conversion and being “saved”. From the very beginning of his sermon, Edwards introduces the doctrine of Total Depravity, or the belief that all men are born tainted with sin, and uses it as a building block for setting up the imagery in his speech. When Edwards says, “They (sinners) have deserved the fiery pit, and are already sentenced to it; and God is dreadfully provoked…”,
After a long Thursday of work on the ranch the hard working men packed into the dining hall. Everyone rushed through the lineup to eat first and instantly the sound of growling stomachs and clinking forks and knifes filled the dining room that was silent moments ago. George, Slim, Lennie, Candy and Carlson in their dirty work wear an scuffed boots sat around an old wood dining room table that was aged with scratches and cuts from the many men that had worked at the ranch before the five men that sat around the table today. The men chowed down on roast beef with gravy and garlic mashed potatoes. Lennie was thrilled as he ate his mountain of potatoes. Gravy spilled down the edge of old Candy’s lips. “Jesus Candy do you have any table manners?” Carlson asked with frustration in his deep voice.
Fin and Dodds sit at the other table while Liv pulls up a chair in between the tables.
He handed me a menu and advised that a waiter would be with me soon.
He thought they all might as well go in since they are already trying to do something fun.
He distracted himself with kid cartoons to ease the pain of death. I put one hand on his shoulder and guided him to the dining room where we could take a seat. Carl was also insisting he was here for questioning, not to arrest him. We approach the dining table, which was covered in pizza boxes and more beer bottles, and ash try still fresh with smoked cigarette butts. The smell was starting to get to me, so I left the door wide open as possible to air it out. Robert apologized for the messy accommodations and we all sat down to
We are aware, at least partially, of the exterior of the diner, we have a panoramic view of the scene that the characters are incapable of noticing and observe, and we can see what they all have behind their backs. What is even more important, we have the feeling, (increased by the transparency of the windows) that, as in many other Hopper's “windows” such as Night Windows (1928)[Fig.7] or Room in New York (1932)[Fig.8],the characters have been caught by surprise
We then walked round and started making friends. The other patrons were a mixture of a few in the corner who seemed more stuck up and as though they were looking down their noses and us and the people in the middle of the dance floor who didn’t have a care in the world and were thoroughly enjoying a good old boogie to some 'RnB '. Overall, the venue itself looked rather tired and