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Why The Fast Food Restaurant Essay

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As I pushed the door open, I came to realize why the fast food restaurant was rated only three stars. The food, it did not satisfy me, and it cost more than the ones I bought sporadically. As I walked towards the ACC Highland campus, a man approached me. He was shorter, skinnier, and more fragile than I am. “Excuse me, do you have thirty-seven cents? I don’t have enough money for the bus,” he said. Whenever someone new approaches me, I always feel nervous, and this moment was no different. “I am sorry. I used the money to buy food I ate,” I quickly said.
“It’s all right,” he hopelessly replied.
He walked away, moving towards the restaurant, anticipating to get money from someone else.
Someone kind.
Someone who’s willing to give a response that could make his day.
Someone that’s not a liar unlike me.
As I walked towards the community college, my mind fluttered.
Why? Why did I lie? It was a simple 37 cents. Something that could have saved him from going through the trouble of asking any more people than he has asked already. I even had a dime in my pocket. I should have given that to him. Or I could have given him the full thirty-seven cents from my wallet. Why did I get nervous!?
I got frustrated. I felt regret. I started feeling hate towards myself and hoped that he would find a kind person who was willing to give him thirty-seven cents.
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I quickly rushed and dropped my sister off at my neighbors like I usually do. Once she was gone, I

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