essay for college that I need to print up.
Christopher Bizarro
ENGN 099-C
September 20th, 2005
Description Paper, Revised.
Market Basket is one of the most hectic super market chains in the country, millions of people flock there to get their most of their dollar. Market Basket brings in locals and border closing ruffians escaping taxation on cigarettes and booze. It can be a reserved Sunday evening or a hustling Saturday evening it won't matter everyday is a busy day if your shopping at Market Basket.
Outside is a sight too grim to look at, one would assume that at seven PM on a Sunday evening where many people are now retreating to their warm sofa's and where most other stores are closed Market basket would be closed, but it's not. One can tell just by glancing at the parking lot, jumbled with shopping carts. The parking lot is crowded with customers charging to their vehicles stocking up for the long week ahead, hoarding their goods into their vehicles. Parking space after parking space is taken and there are always cars coming in and out of the lot, customers can be seen entering the store from down across the street.
inside the customers stampede the isles in an air-conditioned environment tugging along their shopping carts many are fed up with waiting in lines that stretch out back into the isles. The doors never stop admitting people in, customers enter the store with a grim pale look in their faces like someone poured salt over an open flesh wound. Customers stock their shopping carts sky high with as much as they can grab before the employees bar their door shut. The sound of registers ringing in items can be heard all the way from the back of the store. the floors have this old fashioned checkered look with orange and white tiles and are almost always littered with something.
The child labor that Market Basket calls “employees” look anxious to escape the stores clutches barely conscious many hold a pale dead look frozen in their faces. Dressed to kill for that picture perfect moment some simply had enough of the customers and their never ending demands. Many have grown weary of the re-run bland tasteless music that is played through the stores speakers. Many are exhausted from supplying the never ending demand for shopping carts and goods. Occasionally you will find one or two that have been in the sun too long collecting shopping carts outside, you can spot them by their baked and dazed look and tan bodies.
The store where you REALLY get more for your dollar many customers would rather pay less for their dollar just to escape the never ending headache's. Some don't have that luxury and are forced to brave the never ending gauntlet that is Market Basket every week.
ENGN 099-C
September 20th, 2005
Description Paper, Revised.
Market Basket is one of the most hectic super market chains in the country, millions of people flock there to get their most of their dollar. Market Basket brings in locals and border closing ruffians escaping taxation on cigarettes and booze. It can be a reserved Sunday evening or a hustling Saturday evening it won't matter everyday is a busy day if your shopping at Market Basket.
Outside is a sight too grim to look at, one would assume that at seven PM on a Sunday evening where many people are now retreating to their warm sofa's and where most other stores are closed Market basket would be closed, but it's not. One can tell just by glancing at the parking lot, jumbled with shopping carts. The parking lot is crowded with customers charging to their vehicles stocking up for the long week ahead, hoarding their goods into their vehicles. Parking space after parking space is taken and there are always cars coming in and out of the lot, customers can be seen entering the store from down across the street.
inside the customers stampede the isles in an air-conditioned environment tugging along their shopping carts many are fed up with waiting in lines that stretch out back into the isles. The doors never stop admitting people in, customers enter the store with a grim pale look in their faces like someone poured salt over an open flesh wound. Customers stock their shopping carts sky high with as much as they can grab before the employees bar their door shut. The sound of registers ringing in items can be heard all the way from the back of the store. the floors have this old fashioned checkered look with orange and white tiles and are almost always littered with something.
The child labor that Market Basket calls “employees” look anxious to escape the stores clutches barely conscious many hold a pale dead look frozen in their faces. Dressed to kill for that picture perfect moment some simply had enough of the customers and their never ending demands. Many have grown weary of the re-run bland tasteless music that is played through the stores speakers. Many are exhausted from supplying the never ending demand for shopping carts and goods. Occasionally you will find one or two that have been in the sun too long collecting shopping carts outside, you can spot them by their baked and dazed look and tan bodies.
The store where you REALLY get more for your dollar many customers would rather pay less for their dollar just to escape the never ending headache's. Some don't have that luxury and are forced to brave the never ending gauntlet that is Market Basket every week.