Discuss an accomplishment or event, formal or informal that marked your transition from childhood to adulthood within your culture, community, or family.
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As the door opens, I walk to the front of the store to help a returning customer. The flickering Bluetooth light mixed with the bright, warm August sun seeping through the window, begins to reflect off my face. He was dressed in an expensive suit and wore Burberry shoes.
“Hi, how are you?” I chirp, trying to stay friendly as eye contact was made with his familiar yet distant, wrinkled eyes.
“I only want one pretzel, and it better be fresh,” he states as I turn around to get him a soft pretzel from the stack two-feet behind the counter. “Those look old; I need one that’s fresh! Are you deaf?” he snickers.
Turning around to stare at his angry expression took great restraint to not respond to this irritable man. My parents always said to be respectful, however, do not allow others to treat me like I am unworthy of their presence. To appease his harsh demeanor, I stomped to the back of the store to retrieve the pretzels that came out of the oven two minutes ago. Anger stirred within while yanking a new pretzel off from the stack by the oven, and sighed to release some pent up frustration. As the pretzel was packaged in the back, he began …show more content…
Normally he threw three dollars on the counter: seventy-five cents for the pretzel and the remainder was a tip. Today, however, he decided to pay in exact change. As the money was taken, his hand was suddenly shaking, this seemingly small detail became evident as his grey eyes looked dull, and his smug smile appeared depressed. His hands began to shake at a faster pace, another small, detail that displayed stress. As his gaze moved from his hand to my eyes, he abruptly began to leave the store before there was time to open the cash register and complete the
Word Count: 591
As the door opens, I walk to the front of the store to help a returning customer. The flickering Bluetooth light mixed with the bright, warm August sun seeping through the window, begins to reflect off my face. He was dressed in an expensive suit and wore Burberry shoes.
“Hi, how are you?” I chirp, trying to stay friendly as eye contact was made with his familiar yet distant, wrinkled eyes.
“I only want one pretzel, and it better be fresh,” he states as I turn around to get him a soft pretzel from the stack two-feet behind the counter. “Those look old; I need one that’s fresh! Are you deaf?” he snickers.
Turning around to stare at his angry expression took great restraint to not respond to this irritable man. My parents always said to be respectful, however, do not allow others to treat me like I am unworthy of their presence. To appease his harsh demeanor, I stomped to the back of the store to retrieve the pretzels that came out of the oven two minutes ago. Anger stirred within while yanking a new pretzel off from the stack by the oven, and sighed to release some pent up frustration. As the pretzel was packaged in the back, he began …show more content…
Normally he threw three dollars on the counter: seventy-five cents for the pretzel and the remainder was a tip. Today, however, he decided to pay in exact change. As the money was taken, his hand was suddenly shaking, this seemingly small detail became evident as his grey eyes looked dull, and his smug smile appeared depressed. His hands began to shake at a faster pace, another small, detail that displayed stress. As his gaze moved from his hand to my eyes, he abruptly began to leave the store before there was time to open the cash register and complete the