Saturday, August 3, 2019
Food Avenue :: Personal Narrative Writing
Food Avenue Saturday morning at Food Avenue Itââ¬â¢s yet another Saturday morning, 7:20 a.m., and here I am driving to work. I wait at the front door to see if anyone will be willing to drop what theyââ¬â¢re doing and respond to the annoying ringer that announces that someone is there. After about an endless minute a friendly night-crew member named Frank lets me in. As they pull the door back for me they ask, "So how are you this morning?" "Just fine thank you. If only I wasnââ¬â¢t so tired," I responded with a yawn. "I know how you feel." "Bye Frank." "See you later Amanda." I proceed onward in behind the mysterious "Employees Only" door to the time clock. As the clock turns to 7:25 I punch in. I pull my hair back and head my way towards the wonderful Food Avenue. On my way there I stop by the service desk and get my keys and the money for the till. 7:55 and my first guest arrives (he just happens to be an older gentleman that works on the pull team and doesnââ¬â¢t seem to realize that like the rest of the store, we donââ¬â¢t open until 8:00). "Good morning Rob," I say. "Well now your up early this morning." "I guess. If I were home right now I know Iââ¬â¢d be sleeping," I replied. "Got that right. Say do you got any of those oatmeal raisin cookies out yet?" Rob asked. "Oh course. One of the first things I do. I donââ¬â¢t want you to get mad at me right away you know." "I couldnââ¬â¢t get mad at you." "I donââ¬â¢t know about that Rob. Do you want your cookie and senior coffee?" "I guess so since youââ¬â¢ve got them out all ready. Have a nice day Amanda." "You too." As I watch to see him sit down at the table I go through and make sure I didnââ¬â¢t forget anything. Nope. Remembered to unlock everything; all the grills, ovens, and warmers are on; washed all the tables and counters; pop machine is turned on; coffee is set out; and I even turned the fans on above the grill. As I could have predicted right at about 8:02 a rush of red and khakis from the pull team, theyââ¬â¢re the people that get to move the merchandise from the stockroom onto the floor, come and order the big breakfast: scrambled eggs; toast; hashbrowns; and choice of sausage, bacon or ham.
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