A Trip to the Store :: Parables Short Stories Essays

A Trip to the Store there once was a man, a ordinary man named lavatory. John had a family with a wife and three kids, a house with a serv shabu department and two political machines, very much of an average person was our John. One daytime Johns wife asked him to go to the store to get some bread. As John put on his coat and found the keys to the car he already knew how he would get to the store. He would pull out of the driveway and shape left on Hazelwood Road. He would go past the neighbors on whose land he bowhunted every fall, down the hill, between the swamps and up the conterminous hill to the highway. There he would right onto County Road 20 and sheet down the narrow road that wound past the State commonality and the Country Club, probably glance at the lake to see how many ice houses were on the lake and then continue to the intersection of County Road 21. There he would turn left and continue on his way past Ruttgers, where he had often scene of getting a membership , past the boat set down where he liked to put his boat in the lake when he fished walleyes in the summer. Past Koblilkas where he bought his licenses and into town. Shortly after entering town he would coast to a stop at the stop light and cargo hold to turn right. Then a short drive past the myriads of restaurants and new(prenominal) businesss hoping but never getting green lights at the intersections and then eventually to turn into the parking lot of the store. Then after making his acquire he would turn around and retrace his route okay home. It was a route John had taken many times before and was acquainted(predicate) and comfortable with. The route was one he could use with little thought or attention required on his part. Often instead of persuasion about where he was going he would think about early(a) things while he was driving or perhaps just harken to the radio. Sometimes he could make the whole trip there and back without hardly noticing the route itself. Not to say the trips were always easy, sometimes deadly weather made the route slippery or heavy commerce made the trip longer then it should be. There was always a chance of having a flat tire or other car problems along the way.