“I, I, don’t know,” Joe stutters, “I went to the bathroom and something just hit me, I can’t explain it.” “Oh no, Joey,” Cara said with concern, “maybe you are just hungry, the food should be here soon.” “Yeah, maybe,” Joe said as he takes a sip of water. Overcome with joy, I am tickled pink with this entertaining display. I curl up the corner of my lip as I sarcastically mock Cara, I know something you don’t know, laughing hysterically. Of course Cara can’t hear me right now, but still, this shit is pretty funny. The waitress approaches the table and serves Joe and Cara. Just because I can, I pick up a French fry off of Joe’s plate and throw it at Cara. It hit Cara right on the chest and fell to her lap. Cara looked up stunned and scornfully said, “what the hell, Joe?” Joe leisurely lifted up his head and softly replied, “what?” “Don’t play stupid,” Cara said in annoyance, “you threw a fry at me!” Joe squinted his eyes, slightly shaking his head and said, baffled, “no I didn’t. I am using all the energy I have left to feed myself, not throw things.” Cara scornfully glared at Joe as she huffed and continued eating. Oh this is too much for me to handle, I thought to myself. I wonder how much farther I can push it before Cara explodes. I sit here looking around seeing what other trouble I can stir up. That …show more content…
The bar staff franticly begins cleaning up the mess while trying to figure out why they are all falling down. The people sitting at the bar got up and hastily left. I picked up a bottle and flung it at the table where the men were sitting. It smashed on the floor right next to their feet. The two men look down at the floor shocked and began franticly looking around to see who could have thrown the bottle. I let out a pronounced cackle as I feel a bit more relieved. Thinking to myself, now that I got that out of my system, I will go back to the loving
Five minutes later we were out the door. Cecile despised us now she kicked us out of her house with no money whatsoever. Now it was just Vonetta, Fern, and I who were three girls out on the dangerous streets with no money. The first thing I knew I should do is to comfort my sisters. It was my fault that I got us into this mess. Then Vonetta cut in and stopped my train of thought. Literally, she banged me on the head. That bang was the kind of bang was the one we gave each other if something bad happened because one of us did something that caused it. “Why didn’t you break up our fight like you always do Delphine?” asks Vonetta harshly. I had an answer but I knew they wouldn’t like it. “ Yeah!” Fern grunted angrily. At that moment because of ...
It's Saturday night and I'm in my snug but not skin tight blue spaghetti strap floor length dark royal blue dress, all ready to go out to a very fancy restuarant. Old Country Buffet. As my friend and I climb out of my car in a classy like fashion, we realize that the line to Old COuntry Buffet is at least 50 meters long. "Oh My God." I say as my lipstick chalked lips fall to the floor. Glancing over at a fast-food pizza restaurant, my friend and I look at each other. "Uh huh." We both say. Pizza is better than some buffet anyway, I thought. About five minutes later, some friends of hours emerge from the middle of the centidpede like line and come up to us. I almost jumped in hyperness. "WHazzzzzzup?" I say in such a polite way, sticing my tougue out in my dress.
She walks up the stairs. The house is very noisy. The music is so loud that the floor vibrates. The smoke alarm is off and the little girl is coughing and sneezing. The living room looks cloudy. “What’s burning? What is up? Whose jacket is this?” Linette asks hanging her bag. “What has come over my son, God?” She asks rhetorically looking up the ceiling. “Didn’t we discuss this before I left for Dubai?” Linette asks Brian, her eldest son who is slowly becoming a drug addict. “What are you up to this time round? What are you smoking, my dear…pot?” Linette asks as she bends to pick pieces of what looks like packaging manila. “Oh my goodness!” She pauses. “Look at what you are doing to your sister. Can’t you spare her at least?” Linette wonders as she stretches her arms to pick up Kimberly, her youngest daughter. “Mom…” Kimberly utters. “I miss you!” Kimberly says as she reaches her mother’s ears. “I know ma’am! I am back and I missed you too. How are you?” Linette asks as she looks into her daughter’s eyes. “I am hungry. I ate lunch, though!” Kimberly
Once upon a time there lived a young savage named Addie. Addie could care less about anyone in her path, and lived the thug life. One day Addie woke up feeling especially savage and headed over to her local Dunkin Donuts. On the way to Dunkin Addie ran every red light, and on the way noticed squirell getting electrocuted on the powerline above. Soon enough Addie made it to Dunkin and ordered a quadruple shot espresso with a side of extra caffeinated donuts. When she was leaving the restaurant there was a two person line trying to exit the room. Instead of waiting in line, she gently put down her coffee, and socked both of the people in the mouth. After relieving herself she slowly picked up her coffee and left Dunkin. After leaving Dunkin Donuts
Tom Benecke pauses once he closes the door thinking whether or not he should go back and bring his difficult work from outside the window again. He finally decides to begin looking for his wife. He went out hoping and praying that he is not super late for the movies; for he knew he would be in the dog house. He runs down the street to hurry up and make it to the movie theater. Still in the back of his mind he is thinking about his tough work. He finally makes it to the theater and surprisingly on time. He finds his wife at the snack stand getting pickles, a large popcorn, bags of candy, and a generous cup of coke ICEE. “Why is she getting all of this?” he wondered. He has noticed that his wife has been increasingly gaining a bunch of weight lately, but he knows not to state that fact out loud.
Then she saw a greasy china plate that had bread crumbs, cheese and sausage. The pungent of cheese made her stomach grumble. The man was very rude and insulted her because she couldn’t read. Then Frances headed home and on her way, she bumped into a girl with a nice, green, winter coat. She imagined her Ma in that coat, twirling around with a smile on her face. The girl’s mother said a rather offensive sentence about Frances and walked away with her daughter.
“Maybe we could just leave him outside a little longer” but just when I was about to push him back, my grip loosened on his arm and he reached for the door. “NO” I tried to grab his arm again, but instead I knocked over the popcorn out of his hands and the popcorn went flying everywhere into the wall to the floor. My dad glared at me, “Alea”! I looked at the popcorn that was scattered across the floor and I felt really shameful of myself. “Sorry, ” I said in a low tone. I heard Trent laughing his butt off while he was locked outside the glass door where I could clearly see him pointing at me. “Now that’s another reason why we don't mess around” my mom yelled while dad was looking at the popcorn on the floor sadly. “Go ask one of the managers to clean it up”, my dad sighed and went to one of the managers just like what my mom said while I went
I knew I could not escape, no matter how badly I wanted to. Mr. Pignati had gently placed two glasses of wine down on the glass table in front of us. I had only taken a few small sips before I decided it could be poisoned.. John was enjoying his glass. Mr. Pignati had ambitiously tried to keep us at his home as long as possible, which seemed like a red flag to me. He told us that his wife was visiting California for a bit, I wondered if maybe he is lonely and just desperately needs someone’s company. I am not sure, but John ended the conversation eventually and brought up the money we were collecting. I could tell Mr. Pignati felt bad for wasting our time and just wanted some company to cope with his loneliness. Before we left, he wanted to show us his pigs. I was so confused, who keeps pigs in their house?! Regardless, he took us into a room that was COVERED in pigs. Glass, wood, plastic, you name it.. There was pigs everywhere. After a painful twenty minutes of explaining why he has so many pig figurines we finally collected our check for $10 and left. I started to feel sympathy for the poor elderly man.. Maybe I shouldn’t have
As she walked down the street, she saw a young woman crying in an alleyway and walked over to her. Mrs.Johnson sat down with her and asked the question “What is your name and what’s is making you sad today. “Well my name is Dorris and my boyfriend and I got into a fight over a scene we were doing then he left,” “Here come with me Dorris and we’ll find him. Do you know where he went?” Dorris said “I do not know, but his favorite deli is just down the road. He might be there.” Mrs.Johnson stood up, held her hand out to help Dorris off the ground, and they started walking down the road towards the deli. “What’s his name, how long have you been dating him, and have you guys always acted together?” “His name is James, we’ve known each other since we were 10, yes we have ever since we were 12.” Mrs.Johnson and Dorris approach the deli and see James sitting alone in a corner booth of the deli. Dorris walks in first and walks over to James, he sees her getting closer to him and turns away. She gets to the booth, sits down across from him, and she apologizes. Mrs.Johnson finally takes a seat, asked if he’ll accept her apology, and says “Sometimes you’ll have fights, but in the end you should still love your partner. I’ve been through these many times with my husband and we are still married 43 years.” James turned around and accepted her apology, then Mrs.Johnson slapped $8 on the table, said “Go have a
Smirking and leaning back into a rather confident pose for a child who just purposely knocked over my brand new drink, Byron says coolly, “I guess this means I have to buy you a drink”. So this is his move. This is how he thinks he’s going to pick up girls at the bar. I tell him he is damn right in guessing he needs to buy me a drink! He asks me what I would like and I say I would like him to replace the drink I had JUST purchased, my cider. Refusing to buy me a cider, as it is not a “real” drink, he begins to argue with me on what I should be drinking. This boy child has no idea what he has gotten himself into. I am not upset that he tipped my disgusting cider, however, this does not stop me from busting his ass on the fact that what he did is extremely rude. Who simply tips over a strangers full glass?! I have to hand it to the kid, he has some serious balls doing what he did; it’s too bad he wasted such a move on a girl six years older than him with a honey back at home. Having a wonderful time ripping this kid to shreds, with Meg throwing in her own two cents, Byron’s cool-guy demeanour vanishes as embarrassment and slight fear creeps into his eyes. Realizing his pick up attempt is clearly not going well, he hops out of his seat, promising me he’s going to replace my drink right away, and runs away from us in a
We sit at the table, and the smell of all the food hits me. Everything that I imagined earlier is now a reality. Too bad I’m not in the mood to devour it… While Mrs. Rowley goes into the kitchen, Mr. Rowley attempts to be humorous with me. “Don’t look so sad. We’ll be eating soon.” I stare at him as leans over and nudges me. My mother laughs to fill the silence and knees me in the leg. “She’s shy,” she says, after I remain silent. Mr. Rowley chuckles. “It’s okay to be a little quiet. That ain’t never hurt
Every word slammed into Wes's chest like a freight train, “No... no. No no no no no!”
The story starts off with two waiters waiting to close their cafe for the night. They only have one customer left an old man who is deaf and drunk. He’s their regular customer and the waiters know a lot about him including his suicide attempt that was stopped by the old mans niece. A soldier walks by with a young woman. The waiter are wondering if the soldier will pick up the old man but then they realize it doesn’t matter as long as the soldier gets what he wants from the women. The old man wants another drink so he asks the waiter to bring him another glass of whiskey. The younger waiter pours another glass, while he’s serving the old man his whiskey he suspiciously commenting that the old man should have killed himself. The older and younger waiter get into an argument on old age and how the young waiter thinks it’s a bad thing, and older waiter thinks its not as bad as it seems. The older waiter bring up a point that even though the old man is drunk he is still clean and proper, even when he’s drunk. The older man yet asks for another drink but the young waiter in hurry denies the old man because he just wants to close the cafe and go home to his wife. The old man pays and leaves the cafe drunk but with respect and orderly. After the old man has left the t...
We are taken through a journey as we learn of an Old man who sits at a cafe alone at night. The Old man is deaf, and had recently tried to commit suicide although he is a pleasant customer; the two waiters must watch him to ensure that he doesn't get too drunk, because he will leave without paying. As the two waiters in the cafe play close attention to the Old man the Younger waiter is clearly upset because the Old man will most likely be staying all night, and he is anxious to go home and see his wife. The Younger waiter wonders why it is that the Old man tried to kill himself and says to the deaf Old man that he should have killed himself last week, but the Old man simply asks for more brandy. After going back to the table where the two waiters had been sitting together, he asks the Older waiter why the Old man tried to kill himself. However, the Older waiter was not certain and replied by stating that it was because of despair and that he tried to hang himself and was found and cut down by his niece.
"No, we had all kinds of fun. Let's see, we colored, danced, read some books, played with all the toys Karen sent along...all in the first ten minutes. Then an empty cardboard box caught his attention and we played with that for a the rest of the evening."