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Descriptive Essay


            
             I waitress at a little restaurant in the small village of Foster, located nine miles from Pierce on Highway 13. Upon entering the ghost town, I see run-down, desolate buildings and hear the humming of a grain elevator. I drive one more block, and I see a single, illuminated sign blowing in the wind, "Chuckwagon Bar and Grill". As I step out of my car, I feel the gravel scatter beneath my feet and the breeze carrying the savory scent of fried chicken. As I open the battered front door, the bell dings; it's a whole new world inside. .
             There is old country music blaring on the radio, and the stained tables are crowded.
             with elderly folks gathering around to hear the latest news and juiciest gossip. As I make my way through the slew of greasy tables and plastic chairs, I hear a clatter and a bang from the kitchen. Someone must have dropped a cast-iron skillet. With each step closer to the kitchen, I smell something different, the mouth watering aromas of chicken, french fries, deep-fat fried fish, and tender prime rib. I swing open the paneled kitchen doors with a squeak; smoke is rolling and grease is sizzling on the grill. The checkered, linoleum floor is littered with bits and pieces of this and that from the day's work, making it a bit slippery. I say my hello's to my boss who seems to be in a chipper mood and wander past her to the ticking of the worn-out time clock. .
             I clock in and grab a freshly washed red apron from the chipped yellow cupboards along the coffee stained wall. Then it's time to get to work. First, I must fill the chilly pop cooler and brew some freshly ground coffee. Then I set out to make sure the hardwood tables are grease-free and shiny clean. Next, I fill the metal salad bar with a variety of bowls, all shapes and sizes. As I grab some bags of ice for the bar, goose bumps run up and down my back, making me shiver and shake as if convulsing. By now it is five in the evening, the starved customers will start wandering in any time.


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