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A man was crossing the street. He was an elderly man. He walked like a turtle. It took him a long time to cross. Every day, he crossed the same street. Every time, he took a long time. The cross lights turned green. He was still crossing the street. Cars would honk at him. The man did not care. He could not cross any faster. "Where is that man going?" people would ask. No one knew where he went. The man walked with a cane. He had white hair and glasses. He crossed the street one day. A boy was standing on the corner. "Where are you going?" the boy asked. "I don't know," replied the man. The old man was lost. Somehow, he would find his way back home every day.
It was hard to eat healthy at school. It was even harder when Jessica entered college. Everywhere she went it seemed as if she was surrounded by unhealthy food. From the dining hall pizza to the coffee shops at every corner, it was hard for her to eat healthy every day.
She also had to balance many activities and classes. She felt she had no time to cook or find healthy food. She often stopped at fast food places and got quick snacks. The unhealthy food often left her feeling tired. She did not have the energy at the end of the day and often felt sleepy. She decided she needed to alter her eating habits. She wanted to stop eating so unhealthy, but she did not know how.
She decided to start by cutting out coffee. At first it was hard since she drank coffee almost every day. By the end of the week, she felt better. She was also saving a lot of money by not having to buy a drink every day, which quickly added up.
The next step she took was to incorporate more healthy food into her diet. Instead of eating burgers and sandwiches so often, she decided to eat salads every other day. She found that salads were just as quick and cheap as burgers. This made her feel more refreshed and energized. She found herself less sleepy and more focused in class. The salad even tasted better than the burger.
Jessica felt so good with her diet change. She planned on cooking once a week every week. She felt ambitious and loved the change she was making.
He stands on the corner. He sells purses. He says, "Ten Dollars!" over and over. Many women stop. They look at all the purses. They pick up the purses. They look inside the purses. They put the purses on their shoulders. Many women buy a purse. Some women buy two purses.
She goes to the newsstand on the corner. She looks at the lottery sign. Powerball is now $99 million. She wants to win some money. She asks for 10 Powerball Quick Pick tickets. The vendor prints them out. She hands him $10. He hands her the tickets. He says Good Luck. She thanks him.
He goes downstairs to the lobby. He opens his mailbox. There is no mail. He closes the mailbox. He walks outside. He goes to the corner. He opens the newspaper box. He takes a free newspaper out of it. He walks over to the little park. He sits on a bench. He reads the newspaper.
She is hungry. She goes to her favorite restaurant. It is two blocks away. She arrives at the restaurant. The waitress takes her to a table. The table is in the corner. It is a nice, quiet corner. She sits down. She is thirsty. She orders a drink. The waitress takes her order and leaves.
He stands on the corner. He wears a blue uniform. He wears a cap. He has a gun. He has a badge. He is a policeman. He is a cop. He protects the public. He watches everyone. He watches for criminals. He watches for terrorists. He looks for suspicious behavior. He listens for suspicious sounds.
Ruth eats a lot of PB & J sandwiches. ""PB"" stands for peanut butter; ""J"" stands for jelly. It is really easy to make. It is tasty, too. She puts two slices of bread in the toaster. She takes the bread out after it is ready. The corners are burnt. She likes it like that. She scoops out some peanut butter with a knife. She spreads some peanut butter on one slice of bread. She scoops out some jelly with a knife. She spreads some of it on the other slice of bread. She puts the two slices together. She takes a bite.
Brad was angry. He was angry at the apartment building manager. The apartment building manager had kicked him out. "If you can't pay the rent," the manager said, "I have to kick you out." "But I always pay the rent on time," Brad said. "That's nice, but you're supposed to always pay the rent on time," said the manager. One evening Brad drove to the gas station. He bought a gallon of gas. He put the gas into a gas can. He waited until 11 p.m. The manager lived in a corner apartment. His apartment was on the ground floor. Brad waited until the manager's lights went out. He poured all the gas in the hall near the manager's door. He lit a match.
His laptop sat on his desk. His laptop always overheated. It always overheated quickly. How could he keep it cool? He turned on his living room fan. It cooled his laptop. But the fan blew dust around. It blew paper around. He turned off his living room fan. He thought. He thought some more. How could he keep his laptop cool? He had an idea. He bought little plastic blocks. Each block was one inch square. He put the laptop on top of the blocks. One block was under each corner of the laptop. Now the laptop sat a little above the desk. There was space under the laptop. There was space for cool air to flow. The cool air prevented overheating.
It was Sunday in New York City. He needed some cash. He walked to the bank on the corner. Next to the bank were six indoor ATMs. A woman was using one of the ATMs. He pulled on the glass door. The door was locked. He pulled again. How did she get in there? She finished using the ATM. She walked toward him. She opened the door. She stepped outside. He held onto the door. He walked inside. She must have waited for someone, too, he thought. He put his card into the ATM. He got his cash. He started to walk out. Just then a young woman walked in. He couldn't believe it. "Excuse me," he said. "How did you get in here? That door is locked." "Outside there's a slot next to the door," she said. "Just slide your ATM card into the slot. The door will unlock.
This was his first visit to the corner library. He walked over to the library information desk. The woman behind the information desk was reading a magazine. He stood in front of her. She continued reading the magazine. He cleared his throat. She looked up from her magazine. "I'm looking for a book," he said. "Title?" she asked. "'Good Manners, Bad Manners,'" he said. She typed the title into her computer. "Downstairs," she said. "How do I get downstairs?" he asked. She tilted her head to her right. "The stairs are over there?" he asked. She tilted her head to her right again. "Is there a restroom downstairs, too?" he asked. She tilted her head to her left. "The restroom is over there?" he asked. She tilted her head to her left again. "Do you have a sore throat?" he asked. She didn't answer. She was reading her magazine.
Donna got dressed. It was cold outside. She put on a warm jacket. She put on a warm hat. She put on some warm gloves. She walked outside. It was cold. She could see her breath. She could see everyone's breath. She walked to the corner. She went to the house on the corner. She knocked on the door. Mrs. White opened the door. "Hi, Donna," she said. "Come in, dear. It's so cold outside. Let me make you a cup of hot chocolate." Donna went in. She drank two cups of hot chocolate. Then she said goodbye to Mrs. White. She walked to the next corner. She went to the house on the corner. She knocked on the door. Mrs. Brown opened the door. "Hi, Donna," she said. "Come in, dear. It's so cold outside. Let me make you a cup of hot chocolate." Donna said, "Oh, thank you, Mrs. Brown.
About 10 customers were in the small restaurant. It was late at night. Jenny and David were sitting at a table in the corner. They both worked for the same supermarket. They liked their jobs. They worked together, and they had fun together. They went to church together. They planned to get married and live together. They were saving their money for a house. They wanted to buy a new house in a nice neighborhood. But they needed a down payment. They needed $30,000 for a down payment. They had saved $16,000. They needed $14,000 more. Then they would buy their new house. They were eating their soup. Two men walked into the restaurant. They shouted at someone. Then they pulled out guns. They started shooting. David pushed Jenny to the floor. He covered her with his body. The gunmen stopped shooting and walked out of the restaurant. The restaurant was quiet. Someone started to cry. Two people were dead. One was the cashier. The other was the manager.
It was a warm, sunny day. She put a hat on to keep the sun out of her eyes. She needed to visit her bank. She walked down to the corner. There were four buildings at the intersection. One was her bank. Opposite the bank was a fast food restaurant. The other two buildings were a dry cleaner and an office building. Before she arrived at the corner, she could smell the fried chicken. The restaurant was open seven days a week, and the odor of fried chicken was in the neighborhood daily. She was a vegetarian. She used to eat meat and fish. But that was before she found a dead cat in her dumpster one day. Of course, she had smelled the dead cat before she opened the dumpster lid. Everyone knows the smell of dead flesh. She knew that something in the dumpster was dead, but she didn't know what. Just in case it was a human (some people dump their babies into dumpsters), she opened the lid. She saw the cat. Flies covered most of it. They were enjoying their meal. She loved cats. She had two of her own. A week later at a restaurant, she ordered a hamburger. She took one bite out of it, and almost gagged. She spit it out. All she could think about was the smell of that dead cat. That was the day she became a vegetarian.
She looked at the man walking along the sidewalk next to the nice houses. He didn't live in any of those houses. She had seen this man several times before. He looked like a criminal. She knew not to judge a book by its cover, but this man was no good. She drove by him. He looked at her car as she drove by. She continued driving. She watched him in her rear view mirror. She got to the corner and stopped. She continued to watch him walking in her direction. Suddenly, he turned left up a driveway. A red SUV was parked in the driveway right next to the sidewalk. She saw him walk up to the driver's door. He returned to the sidewalk and continued walking in her direction. What was that all about, she wondered. Then she realized that he had tested the door to see if it was locked. He is a criminal, she thought. That's what he does. He just walks through our neighborhoods looking for cars to break into. She called the police. She described him. The officer said he knew who the man was. Residents called two or three times a week to report him walking by. But the police couldn't arrest him for walking around. They had to catch him with stolen goods. "But he was testing that SUV door to see if it was unlocked," she said. "I'm sorry," said the officer. "That's not against the law. If you see him actually steal something, give us a call.
Dan walked into a liquor store. He asked if they sold postcards. The clerk said, "No, but the post office does." "No, it doesn't," Dan said. "The post office doesn't sell postcards?" the clerk asked. Dan walked a few more blocks south. Not one store sold postcards. He decided to try Borders. It was six blocks away. Borders sold postcards. They were $1 each. He bought one. The postcard is expensive, he thought, but it will be worth it. He walked back toward the post office. He decided to try the corner drugstore. Maybe it sold postcards. It did. They were four for a dollar. He bought one. I'll return the Borders postcard, he thought. He walked into the post office. He put the stamp on the postcard. He addressed it. He dropped it into the slot. It was four o'clock. He had beaten the deadline. He crossed his fingers.
New York City has thousands of workers. It has workers that you don't see. It has workers that you do see. The workers that you do see are right on the street. Street vendors are everywhere. Vendors set up on the wide sidewalks. They sell purses. They sell sunglasses and boxes of perfume. They sell wallets. They sell books and DVDs. Food vendors are everywhere. Many of them have four-wheeled silver carts. The carts have blue and yellow umbrellas that say "Sabrett." The vendors sell food and drinks. They sell hot dogs and hot sausages. They sell meat on a stick. They sell huge soft pretzels. Some vendors sell only nuts. Others sell only produce. Artists sit on the sidewalks. They'll draw your portrait. They'll draw you a funny face or an artistic face. Newspaper vendors stand on corners. They'll sell you the latest New York Times or Daily News.
The yardman comes every two weeks. He drives a gray pickup truck. The truck is a Ford. It is about 15 years old, but it runs well. It doesn't burn oil, and it gets decent gas mileage. The yardman's name is Byron.
In the back of his truck are a lawn mower, a leaf blower, a rake, and a shovel. Byron uses the leaf blower to blow leaves and dirt from the back of the building out to the front of the building. Then he rakes up the leaves into a bag. He blows the dirt out into the street. He cuts the lawn with his lawn mower. He trims the hedge. He uses the leaf blower to blow the dirt off each Welcome mat that lies in front of each apartment door.
Then he puts all the leaves, the grass trimmings, and the hedge clippings into a wheelbarrow. He pushes the wheelbarrow to the back of the building, where he uses his big shovel to empty the wheelbarrow contents into the big dumpster. It takes Byron about two hours to do this work.
When he is done, he goes half a block up the street to the house on the corner. There he does the same work again.
Saturday morning meant one thing for Susan—doing the laundry. She hated doing the laundry. Unenthusiastically, she took the pillow cases off all the pillows. Then she removed the fitted sheet from the mattress. She took the towel off the towel bar in the bathroom.
She grabbed a couple of dirty dish towels out of the kitchen, and looked all around her apartment for anything else that needed washing.
In the corner of her living room, a can of coins sat on top of the file cabinet. She fished out seven quarters. She opened the cabinet under her kitchen sink and grabbed a plastic bottle of liquid detergent.
Finally, she set her electronic timer for 35 minutes. The timer would remind her that the washing was done, and that it was time to go back downstairs and put the clothes into the dryer for 40 minutes. Without the timer, Susan would completely forget to check her clothes.
Susan carried the laundry basket downstairs. How happy she would be when her laundry was done for this week. As she approached the laundry room, she heard a familiar sound. The sound was the washer washing and the dryer drying. One of her neighbors had got there before her. Muttering, Susan took her basket back upstairs.
Let's go to Wal-Mart," Elizabeth told Kenneth. She wanted to buy some paint supplies. He suggested that they go to Home Depot instead because employees there could tell them exactly what to buy. After arriving there, Elizabeth found a friendly looking worker who was momentarily free.
Excuse me," she said. "Could you help us?" She explained that she wanted to paint her office. "Neither me nor my husband knows how to do it, so please tell us the basics," she added. He smiled and told her that it was simple. All they needed were two gallons of white glossy paint, a roller, a tray and an insert to pour the paint in, and an extension-handle to reach the high parts of each wall.
Don't we need primer?" Kenneth asked.
Oh, yes, of course. I was getting to that. If you don't put primer on first, the paint won't stick to the walls. Here are two gallons of good, but inexpensive, primer. And a brush would be a good idea for use in the corners and edges. And that should take care of it. Just put the primer on first. Let it dry for a couple of hours. Then put on one coat of paint. Let it dry. Then, if you want to, put on another coat, but it shouldn't be necessary.
As they were putting the items into the trunk, Kenneth told her they should buy a ladder, too. "We're going to have to use the brush to paint up near the ceiling. The roller won't do in a corner," Kenneth said.
We don't need a stepladder. I can sit on your shoulders," Elizabeth laughed. They went back inside and bought a stepladder.
Brigham, you really ought to think about stopping drinking," Lionel said. "People are talking." He brought up the subject as they were walking to lunch. Brigham always had a couple of beers for lunch, with a couple of bean burritos.
Who cares?" Brigham asked. "It doesn't interfere with my work. I've never killed anyone while driving. In fact, I haven't even gotten a ticket for drunk driving. Not only that, but I'm a better driver with a buzz than most people are when they're sober. Why should I quit? I enjoy my beer—it makes me feel good. It takes the edge off a tough day. I don't do crazy things, and I don't get mean and angry after I have a few. Most of the time, I drink at home, alone, watching TV. I'm not bothering or hurting anyone. What harm is there in that?
What harm? You told me that you stood up to get another beer last week and you crashed into your front door so hard that you got a lump on your forehead. I can still see the bruise. You were trying to walk into your kitchen, but instead you staggered into your front door! Your door is 15 feet away from the refrigerator.
I just stood up too fast. It wasn't the beer. It's called low blood pressure. And next time, I'll just keep my mouth shut about what happens in my home.
Do you remember William Holden, the guy in the movie 'Network'? He was on top of the world, but he died alone and drunk in his hotel room after he cracked his skull on the corner of a coffee table.
Yes, but I'm not William Holden, and my coffee table doesn't have any corners—it's oval.
Rudy and Brenda, walking on the sidewalk, were approaching the coffee shop. A young man was sitting at an outside table. There were four chairs at the table, but he was by himself.
Just before Rudy and Brenda got up to his table, the young man spit on the sidewalk. Rudy said to Brenda, "Watch out for the spit," and glared at the young man.
How dare he spit on the sidewalk just as Rudy and Brenda were approaching? But there was nothing Rudy could say in front of Brenda—she would get angry. She was always telling him to ignore jerks. So he ignored this jerk. They found a nearby table with only one chair. Rudy grabbed a chair from the young man's table, and he sat down.
Rudy went around the corner to buy a newspaper from the newsstand. When he returned, he noticed that the young man was gone. Rudy asked Brenda what she wanted to drink. She said she wasn't thirsty.
He walked inside to get himself a coffee. Surprised, he saw that the person behind the counter was the spitter from outside. "You work here?" Rudy asked.
What does it look like?" the young man said.
Where's your supervisor?" Rudy asked.
He's on break," the young man said. He definitely had an attitude, Rudy thought. Rudy ordered an extra large orange juice and an extra large latte. A few minutes later, the young man placed them on the counter and said, "Eight dollars.
Rudy asked for a small cup of water with ice. When the young man turned around to put ice into a cup, Rudy knocked both of his extra large drinks over. The latte spilled onto the counter and then onto the floor behind the counter. The orange juice spilled into the tip basket, which was full of coins and bills. The young man turned around, looked at the mess, and glared at Rudy. Rudy said, "Forget the water," and walked out.
When the timer made its loud beeping sound, Kerry went downstairs. As he turned the corner and neared the laundry room, he heard the washer going. That didn't make sense, he thought. The washer should be finished. Entering the laundry room, he saw his just-washed clothes piled on top of the dryer. His laundry basket, half full of unwashed clothes, was now sitting on the floor. Someone had set aside his laundry basket and put their own clothes into the washer. Their second load sat atop the washer. Irritated, Kerry put his damp clothes into the dryer and turned it on. Then he walked over to his downstairs neighbor's apartment. He knew who had "cut in line"—it was the maid.
Excuse me," he told her, "you saw that I had a second load of clothes to wash. I was there ahead of you. Why didn't you just wait till my second load was washed? That's the polite thing to do.
Oh, I'm so sorry," she said. "You see, I have to pick up my kids at four o'clock, so I needed to do the clothes quickly. I'm so sorry." Kerry looked at her and shook his head. Don't do anything wrong in the first place and you won't have to apologize for it later, he thought. Had she waited her turn, she still would have finished doing her two loads by three o'clock. Me, me, me, Kerry thought—they should just rename this country "America.