I was sweating bullets as I dished out food at the New Orleans shelter I volunteered for. My mom, Maria Menzer, was supposed to pick me up, but knowing her, I was not getting my hopes up. She had said something about her needing something at the store and I was supposed to get it for her. Since there were many parades and events going on, I should have known to be careful.
My mom finally showed up yelling, “Get your stuff in the car! Hurry up I’m late for work and I still have to drop you off at the store!”
She had made it sound like this was a life-threatening situation, even though she was only five minutes late and the store was right around the corner. When we got to the Save-a-Lot store my mother gave me ten dollars and said to get a head of lettuce and a loaf of whole-wheat bread. She also said to use the leftover money for a cab ride.
I got out of our rusty Chevrolet and crossed the street to the bargain store. As I entered, I immediately smelled the scent of bleach, as if they had just cleaned. I headed straight to the produce section and picked out the head of lettuce that had the least amount of leaves wilted. After that, I headed to the natural food section to pick out the whole-wheat bread my mom had asked for. While I was waiting, I noticed that they had my favorite candy bar actually in stock. I mentally calculated how much I would have left for the cab and decided to get the ooey-gooey caramel candy bar I loved so much. I left the bleached store and I waltzed into the fresh air.
As I went to hail a cab, I noticed one of my friends. I ran over to her and we started talking until I said, “Bye Jeanne, it’s getting dark and I have to get home and do science homework.”
I was about two miles south of our apartment complex, so I decided to run north, obviously. Within a block or two, I had run right into the heart of the Mardi Gras festivities. It was complete chaos because homeless people littered the streets and everywhere you looked someone was having another party. I had lost all sense of direction after I had to start stepping over people. All I knew was that I wanted to get home and soon. I finally saw an empty cab and stopped him. I asked, “How much would it be to get to the Greyhound Apartments?”
He replied while looking me over, “It would be three dollars and forty-seven cents.”
I almost started to cry. I did not have enough money, if only I had not bought that stupid candy bar! I questioned him again, “Would three dollars be enough?”
“Nope, it’s Mardi Gras month little lady.” And with that, he drove off.
I kept walking and walking, with my head down, feeling as if I was walking nowhere. As I turned the corner, I saw a woman that looked like she had lost her way also. As I got closer to her, I realized that that lost woman was my mother. I ran up to her and together we walked home, me with my head down, my mom scolding me. Then she ran her fingers through my golden-brown hair and gave me a nice and gentle hug.
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