water under the bridge
Calling all that may happen to stumble across this journal. Or just anyone that reads this particular entry. I need help with my college essay. I've started to write it many times, on various topics, but I never can get beyond the first paragraph or two. Can anyone suggest either how to solve this problem or perhaps an interesting topic I could write on. If so, I would greatly appreciate it.
On Monday night my hope in the world was restored. Amazingly, it appears that not everyone in the world is an asshole. Janey and I were volunteering at the new building and were sulking over the loss of Bertucci's for food when we noticed a menu for a store, 'Know Fat'. Upon looking at the menu we decided to give it a shot, so I called up and asked if they delivered. The man asked the address and said he would make it happen. He called back to say he was nearby and I went down to meet him at the door. It was amusing because unbeknownst to me the doors lock after a certain time. The man and I were both pushing and pulling on the door until I finally noticed the button which read 'push to exit'. He passed me the food and said "It's on the house,". I was shocked and protested some, but he insisted and said that I called the right person because he is the owner and requested that I tell everyone how good the food is. I have no idea why he did it, but it really elated me. So, next time you're in the city check out Know Fat on 530 Washington St. because the food is outstanding!
The small things really do make all the difference.
On Monday night my hope in the world was restored. Amazingly, it appears that not everyone in the world is an asshole. Janey and I were volunteering at the new building and were sulking over the loss of Bertucci's for food when we noticed a menu for a store, 'Know Fat'. Upon looking at the menu we decided to give it a shot, so I called up and asked if they delivered. The man asked the address and said he would make it happen. He called back to say he was nearby and I went down to meet him at the door. It was amusing because unbeknownst to me the doors lock after a certain time. The man and I were both pushing and pulling on the door until I finally noticed the button which read 'push to exit'. He passed me the food and said "It's on the house,". I was shocked and protested some, but he insisted and said that I called the right person because he is the owner and requested that I tell everyone how good the food is. I have no idea why he did it, but it really elated me. So, next time you're in the city check out Know Fat on 530 Washington St. because the food is outstanding!
The small things really do make all the difference.