Descriptive Writing
Dante Addona
Observational Writing Assignment
E-Block British Literature
11/2/12
When the floodgates open and water pours down from the sky there is nothing to do other than hope and pray that you are prepared for the storm, and what better a place to go for supplies then a Wal-Mart. People rushed in and out pushing up against each other like a school of fish swimming in tight quarters. In my sweats and hoodie, I strolled in trying to avoid getting pushed over while I noted a sign that read “open late, get your supplies today”. I wandered a bit until I found the perfect, most inconspicuous spot to sit; an eyeglass kiosk located at about 30 feet from the 15 checkout lines. In the kiosk, there was a sole woman who wore a grey sweatshirt with a long white lab coat and white pants that set her apart from the customers. She had a very dark, black skin tone, and black curly hair.
Instantly the sound got to me, there was a constant hiss of ungreased shopping carts and a rhythmic ticking of the checkout guns. Items rustled bags when placed back into their owners cart with a clank, while young children giggled and yelled at one another. With the exception of a few people, there was an abstract amount of families with children. The checkout clerks were all dressed the same; they wore navy blue polo shirts, khaki pants, black sneakers, and all donned a similar fake smile. At 1:55 one of the male cashiers and the woman that was working in the kiosk locked eyes and he walked over and said something in her ear. As they exchanged inaudible words, each broke out in laughter that spread through the whole store.
One of the women cashiers, a heavyset black woman called out to someone in her checkout line and her stature changed instantly. She outstretched her arms, and with a wide, beaming smile, she shouted “Hey love, how you doin!!”. The person she was addressing was not visible to me but the way she ran around her station to greet that person signified someone
Observational Writing Assignment
E-Block British Literature
11/2/12
When the floodgates open and water pours down from the sky there is nothing to do other than hope and pray that you are prepared for the storm, and what better a place to go for supplies then a Wal-Mart. People rushed in and out pushing up against each other like a school of fish swimming in tight quarters. In my sweats and hoodie, I strolled in trying to avoid getting pushed over while I noted a sign that read “open late, get your supplies today”. I wandered a bit until I found the perfect, most inconspicuous spot to sit; an eyeglass kiosk located at about 30 feet from the 15 checkout lines. In the kiosk, there was a sole woman who wore a grey sweatshirt with a long white lab coat and white pants that set her apart from the customers. She had a very dark, black skin tone, and black curly hair.
Instantly the sound got to me, there was a constant hiss of ungreased shopping carts and a rhythmic ticking of the checkout guns. Items rustled bags when placed back into their owners cart with a clank, while young children giggled and yelled at one another. With the exception of a few people, there was an abstract amount of families with children. The checkout clerks were all dressed the same; they wore navy blue polo shirts, khaki pants, black sneakers, and all donned a similar fake smile. At 1:55 one of the male cashiers and the woman that was working in the kiosk locked eyes and he walked over and said something in her ear. As they exchanged inaudible words, each broke out in laughter that spread through the whole store.
One of the women cashiers, a heavyset black woman called out to someone in her checkout line and her stature changed instantly. She outstretched her arms, and with a wide, beaming smile, she shouted “Hey love, how you doin!!”. The person she was addressing was not visible to me but the way she ran around her station to greet that person signified someone