Essay About Mr. Jones And Mr. Hills Room

Shocking Story While Traveling
The clock just hit 3:57 pm, and Im doing 89 miles per hour in the right lane on the 826 on my way to work. As my black Mitsubishi eclipse dashboard starts to shake vigorously, beads of sweat roll down my face. Hoping Im not late, I pull into the driveway and swiftly get out grabbing my keys, Gucci purse, and bedazzled iPhone 4. I walk through the double glass doors of the huge green building, and I clock in. I stared at the big ben styled clock in the foyer making out 4:02 Im greeted by the stench of moth balls and cheap potpourri. Mr. Jones a short, brown skinned, hazel eyed guy approached me and welcomed me with a warm hug and said “Youre two minutes late!” I had a faint laugh feeling as if it was becoming a habit. I proceeded to the living room where there was four big comfy green couches occupied by elderly people, I let them know I was here and would assist them if they needed me. I walked through the small dim lit hallways and I made a left turn into Mr. Hills room and greeted him. Mr. Hill was an injured veteran, who is paralyzed from the neck down. He was a very down to earth guy, who had a permanent smile painted on his face. His pearly white teeth always lit up the room. Mr. Hill was on a moving bed that was operated by a small white box remote with six buttons on it, it could move him in any position comfortable to him. Mr. Hill was watching one of his favorite channels “SyFy”, and he had a beautiful 45″ LG scarlet TV which was in HD. The first time I watched it, it was like love at first sight, I couldve sworn the actors were just feet away from me , just waiting to be touched . I asked Mr. Hill if he needed anything from me right now and he responded “No thanks Clinique, Im good you can check back later”. I walked into the living room and began cleaning and straightening up the over-sized couches, sweeping the floor and wiping down the big glass finger print magnets that they