Feet

Footprints in the sands of time are not made by sitting down

Mall

As I sat on a bench outside of Old Navy I try to think of why my mother would cancel my credit card.   So there I was waiting in line to buy these  super cute jeans when the check out  lady tells me that my card has been canceled!  My friends that I was shopping with offered to buy them for me but of course I had too much self respect for that.  My first thought was that the register was broken, but soon after I realized that if it wasn't accepting credit cards they would have found out already by like the bazillion shoppers in front of me.  Nobody carries cash around anymore and unfortunately I am one of those people.   I then suggest to the woman at the register that there must be some mistake and I make her swipe it again.  Still no results.  Again and again and again, the card went through the machine with the same sad results.  The woman, "Cathy", as her name tag said, eventually lost her patience and told me to sit and wait for the supervisor to come and help, but meanwhile she would  continue shorten up the fast growing line.    My face had turned a bright shade of red as I grabbed my jeans and headed for the uncomfortable looking chair in the corner.  It reminded me of the time out seat at my house when I was little. It was like I was being put in a time out for trying to buy a pair of jeans with a canceled credit card.  Wow.  As I waited I fiddled with the back pocket buttons and the thread binding the button to the fabric got pulled further and further until it broke off.  "Ops" I whispered under my breath as I tried to hide my destruction.   A little while later the supervisor came in and held out his hand to help me up.  

"Sorry about the confusion, here let me try to get your card to work,"  he assured me as he made his way over to the register.  I handed him my card and he swiped it through the reader.  Underneath the desk I had my fingers crossed that this would work. I looked up and the man's face gave nothing away.  Suddenly he swore under his breath and I knew that my card really had been canceled.  Then the man stood up.

"Were sorry, but your card has been canceled.  Here let me take your jeans," he informed me as he stood up.  Then escorted me out of the store.   What fun.

Movie Modes

I saw the movie Where the wild things are. It was really sad in the beginning when The little boy gets into trouble with his mom and runs away. He runs until he gets to an ocean where he finds a rowboat and rows away. This movie isn't very realistic because it says that he sailed for over 7 years until he got to the land of the wild things. He met many friends and started to get very close to the wild things. They all loved him and crowned him the king. Eventually the boy realized that he missed his family and that he wanted to go home. In the end it was so sad but it was also very happy at the same time. I don't know what mode of literature this is because it starts out angry and mean but then it ends all happy and joyful. None of the modes of literature start and end like that.