A Trip to the Store :: Parables Short Stories Essays

A Trip to the StoreThere at a time was a man, a ordinary man named John. John had a family with a married woman and three kids, a house with a garage and deuce cars, very much of an average person was our John. One day Johns wife asked him to go to the store to get some bread. As John regularize 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 stave left hand on Hazelwood Road. He would go past the neighbors on whose demean he bowhunted every fall, floor the heap, between the swamps and up the next hill to the highway. There he would right onto County Road 20 and cruise down the narrow road that wound past the State Park and the orbit 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 distorting left and continue on his way past Ruttgers, where he had much thought of getting a membership, past the b oat landing where he liked to put his boat in the lake when he fished walleyes in the summer. away Koblilkas where he bought his licenses and into town. Shortly after entering town he would beach to a stop at the stop light and wait to turn right. Then a short drive past the myriads of restaurants and other businesss hoping further never getting green lights at the intersections and then finally to turn into the parking lot of the store. Then after making his purchase he would turn around and retrace his track back home. It was a route John had taken many times before and was familiar and cheery with. The route was one he could use with little thought or attention required on his part. Often instead of thinking round where he was going he would think about other things term he was driving or perhaps just listen to the radio. sometimes he could make the whole trip there and back without scarce noticing the route itself. Not to say the trips were always easy, sometimes bad ho ld make the route slippery or heavy traffic made the trip longer then it should be. There was always a jeopardy of having a flat tire or other car problems on the way.