Part 1 of Essay
“This place looks like it was hit by a tornado”, I declared to my cousin who was holding her nose in disgust. There were shelves bent and knocked over with various products scattered around them. The ceiling and a couple walls had holes and dents in them, and the chalky drywall was scattered around the debrey. “It smells ....

Part 2 of Essay
.... and a thin mustache walked by us, as to get our attention. This skinny man with his apron tied around his small waste started to bustle around picking up a few boxes, “Sorry about the mess,” he replied, in a strong southern accent “just a few days ago we met head on with a twister.” I looked at my cousin with a slight smirk on my face. I knew we were thinking the same thing, “that was rather ironic.” I turned to the worker and replied, “it was no inconvenience to us.” We continued to walk into the store and found ....