The woman grabbed a shopping cart and took off into the store like a bat out of hell.
She looked like she was a contestant in a marathon trying to win the race.
She bobbed and weaved her way through the isles trying to get everything on her list.
Every time she turned the corner she had to slow down a bit before she bumped into the other shoppers cramming the isles.
She maneuvered her cart like a professional race car driver.
The aggravation was showing on her face from inconsiderate people that cut in her way.
She bit her tongue when other shoppers acted like they had all the time in the world.
She will never wait until the day before Thanksgiving to go grocery shopping again.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Cyberspace
He sits for hours in front of the computer. He often laughs to himself and sometimes says outloud, "Gee, this is great."
He gets up for a second to use the restroom and then takes his seat in front of the computer again.
His whole life is centered around the computer. His days and nights are lost in cyberspace.
Technology is supposed to be a good thing, but what happens when someone like this takes it to the extreme?
He never leaves the house anymore, but why should he when he can get anything he ever needs at the push of a button and at the click of a mouse.
How isolated he must be. Or would he feel even more isolated if he stepped out into the real world? Or is he starring at the real world?
One that he imagines as his real world.
He gets up for a second to use the restroom and then takes his seat in front of the computer again.
His whole life is centered around the computer. His days and nights are lost in cyberspace.
Technology is supposed to be a good thing, but what happens when someone like this takes it to the extreme?
He never leaves the house anymore, but why should he when he can get anything he ever needs at the push of a button and at the click of a mouse.
How isolated he must be. Or would he feel even more isolated if he stepped out into the real world? Or is he starring at the real world?
One that he imagines as his real world.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Elevator vs. Stairs
She pushes the up arrow button on the elevator panel.
Her face has a frustrated look on it. She sighs heavily and then looks down at her watch. She looks up at the elevator again to see if the doors are going to come open. She looks behind her and sees another women waiting as well.
The women behind her looks down at her watch too. She sees that it is two minutes before her class begins, thinking that her class is on the third floor. She decides to take the stairs, dreading the long hike to her classroom.
Meanwhile, the women is still hopefully waiting that the elevator doors will open so she can save her energy by not using the stairs.
She sighs more heavily in frustration. She looks at her watch again, at that moment she hears the doors to the elevator open.
She jumps on and pushes the button that will take her to the third floor.
Soon the elevator stops and lets her off. She rushes to her classroom and she glances at the clock and sees that she is five minutes late. She notices the women that has behind her waiting for the elevator. She said out loud, "Next time, I am using the stairs."
Her face has a frustrated look on it. She sighs heavily and then looks down at her watch. She looks up at the elevator again to see if the doors are going to come open. She looks behind her and sees another women waiting as well.
The women behind her looks down at her watch too. She sees that it is two minutes before her class begins, thinking that her class is on the third floor. She decides to take the stairs, dreading the long hike to her classroom.
Meanwhile, the women is still hopefully waiting that the elevator doors will open so she can save her energy by not using the stairs.
She sighs more heavily in frustration. She looks at her watch again, at that moment she hears the doors to the elevator open.
She jumps on and pushes the button that will take her to the third floor.
Soon the elevator stops and lets her off. She rushes to her classroom and she glances at the clock and sees that she is five minutes late. She notices the women that has behind her waiting for the elevator. She said out loud, "Next time, I am using the stairs."
Thursday, November 6, 2008
A train ride in Gage Park
For as long as anyone can remember, the train at Gage Park has been making numerous rounds a day picking up anxious children and their parents to take them aboard.
Children line up along the red rails eagerly to pick the best seat available.
The conductor takes the shiny gold token that admits the children the ride they had been waiting all afternoon to be a part of.
It takes off at speeds no more than two miles per hour, chugging and chugging along.
People stop what they are doing and look at the train and wave as the train goes by.
The conductor announces his name, he is a little old man, probably retired and you can see the highlight of his life is seeing the sparkle in the eyes of the children when he takes the shiny gold token from their hands.
The conductor blows the whistle, as the children take in every moment of the five mile per hour ride.
The children lean over and look out of their seat at the moving ground beneath them, their curious minds just racing away.
Smiles come upon their face as they look up at their mother as she knows the dollar was well spent.
The train comes upon the tunnel, who can forget the tunnel? It is the best part of the ride.
Screams from the children can be heard a mile away and giggles soon follow.
The train slowly approches the platform and the ride soon comes to an end.
The conductor stops and the children get off.
The next group of anxious children hurry on the train in anticipation for their turn to ride the train at Gage Park.
Children line up along the red rails eagerly to pick the best seat available.
The conductor takes the shiny gold token that admits the children the ride they had been waiting all afternoon to be a part of.
It takes off at speeds no more than two miles per hour, chugging and chugging along.
People stop what they are doing and look at the train and wave as the train goes by.
The conductor announces his name, he is a little old man, probably retired and you can see the highlight of his life is seeing the sparkle in the eyes of the children when he takes the shiny gold token from their hands.
The conductor blows the whistle, as the children take in every moment of the five mile per hour ride.
The children lean over and look out of their seat at the moving ground beneath them, their curious minds just racing away.
Smiles come upon their face as they look up at their mother as she knows the dollar was well spent.
The train comes upon the tunnel, who can forget the tunnel? It is the best part of the ride.
Screams from the children can be heard a mile away and giggles soon follow.
The train slowly approches the platform and the ride soon comes to an end.
The conductor stops and the children get off.
The next group of anxious children hurry on the train in anticipation for their turn to ride the train at Gage Park.
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