“Yo My Son... She Bugging And Wildin Out Right Now, Shawty

“There is no old house in that meadow dear, are you sure you are alright, maybe you should lay down I can receive the information later.”

The next morning, I woke up at 9:30am to prepare myself for my second day at McDonalds. I got dress into my uniform and jumped into the car to go to work. I arrived at McDonald and noticed that it was very busy inside. As I walked in, I was automatically being placed on front counter to take order but I was very nervous to take order because I didn’t know how to take them. My manager taught me how to take the order and after a while I began to start taking orders without any help. Everything was going great until one customer came into store with complaint. I politely asked if he needed help, then angrily started yell at me about his order being incorrect. The man even started to blame me for incorrectly bagging his food. His yelling was so loud that my manager and even customer had to calm him down and escort him out of the store. At the end of shift, I talked to manager and told her that I wanted quit because the customer made me so upset and embarrassed. She told me quitting would be the wrong option and she told me that her and the other managers liked me working there.

My mom stopped by Taco Bell to cheer me up. She said I could get whatever I wanted, but I did not want her to have to pay more than she should just because I was in a terrible mood. I decided to just get a chicken quesadilla because chicken quesadillas from Taco Bell are Mexican food gold. My mom had asked if I wanted a drink, and I said no and got a courtesy water cup. Bryant and Sam decided to get the same order so that they didn’t seem greedy. Moments later, I did a naive and half-minded action that would eventually teach me one of the greatest lessons I have learned in seventeen years of

“I forgot. Your mother was in your study the night I invited them for dinner. She came in here to have a talk with you. You were slightly incapacitated, at the time, I believe.”

"Allison, I have already told you that we won't be there for another two hours." her mother replied.

The restaurant had two drive-thru lanes, both opened. There were seven cars between my car and the point where the order was placed and I placed my order through a speaker box. I spent 12 minutes and 33 seconds in line before I reached the Order Point to place my order. Within 13 seconds of arriving at the speaker box to place my order, I was greeted in an enthusiastic tone. The Order Taker received my order in a friendly and professional manner, repeated my order back, and provided the price. After saying "thank you" she cheerfully responded, "My Pleasure!" The associate at the window and that handed me my order smiled, made good eye contact, and asked, "Welcome to Chick-fil-A! How are you?" After saying "thank you" to the Cashier, he responded

“I’m sorry, hon’. She up and left,” the nurse shrugged, checking my vitals on the monitor. “Everything looks good today.”

addie was quiet and after what seemed like ages she said "we need to bring her upstairs"

Mam, the burger you gave me, has far too much ketchup, I-I’m done I just, I… I just need a refund or something! What if I called your manager and told them, then woul-

“Hello, my name is Jessie Hamasaki. I guess you can call me back anytime at this number. Thank you I hope to be hearing from you soon.” She hung up the phone, with a strange look on her face. With that she put her phone down on the nightstand and laid down for a little while longer.

It was a normal Tuesday night and my family and I walked into the local Apple Bee’s, one of our go-to restaurants because of the wide variety, good service, and great taste. The waitress led us to our table with a big smile on her face. She began by telling us her name, saying the specials for the day, and taking our drink orders. She then left while she got us our drinks, and she gave us time to look at the menu. She came back with our drinks and took our orders. Before she left once again to put our orders in, my dad presented her our coupon; buy one entrée get an entrée free. That is when the poor service began. The waitress wasn’t quite as willing to help us, her smile faded, the service was slow, and the food was good, but not amazing

And my mother, being my mother, heeded their call. Rather quickly, what seemed to be a quick fifteen minute pit stop turned into a two hourlong torturous ordeal. After buying out half the inventory of the store, we proceeded to the checkout line. Since it was a Sunday, the checkout lines stretched at least one hundred and fifty feet. I guess the two-hour long power shopping trip really set off my sweet tooth because at that moment I felt a sharp craving for a churro from the Costco food court. I then started begging my mom for the dollar fifty required to purchase the churro. At first, she wasn’t exactly receptive and she rebuffed me with a lecture about the evils of sugar. Soon, however, my persistent begging payed off and she handed me the

“I will be back in an hour, all of your friends are here and it will be okay.”

“You keep it. It looks better on you anyway.” Brooke always looked better in my clothes than I did. She had always reminded me of the models that I saw on my daily walks to the bus stop. Brooke had straight, honey-colored hair. Her eyes were a deep and piercing blue, and she was one of the skinniest people I had ever met in my

“No, I’m not busy. I have to ask if I can come but I’m sure she’ll say yes. I probably have to clean my room first though, so it might be a while.”