When I was 5 years old, I got my first loose tooth and naturally wanted to be rid of it as soon as possible. I bit down hard into an apple. Regrettably, I swallowed the small piece of apple with the tooth embedded in it. My father then explained to me that it would emerge when I sat on the toilet. Over the next few days I wanted to have the tooth and tried passing it, but succeeded only while in my kindergarten. So I brought a nice, fat, brown clump to the kindergarten lady, asking her to find the tooth for me, and then I went back to playing. I confess that because of me that poor woman probably had the worst coffee break of her life.
Characteristics of Genre in An American Story. Every year, there are thousands of Immigrants who make sacrifices to come to the U.S. They have to sometimes even be parted from their family for a long time, and may never see their families again.
This summer, I (m) wanted to fly off to vacation with a couple of former school buddies. I kept asking and asking when we would all drive to the travel agent together to book it. They kept giving me vague answers, that sometime, soon, we would. When I then asked them about it again at one point, they told me that they'd already booked 2 weeks before – just for the two of them. They "supposedly" had forgotten to tell me. Fine. Right away the next day I drove alone to the travel agent and was still able to book something for myself. Booking a single cost about 300-400 Euros more. Same flight there, but a different hotel and return flight than those two fools.
Now they have the nerve to ask if I can give them a ride to the airport on the day of departure. The plane will be taking off shortly before 5 a.m, which means that there will be no trains running. It's about a two hour drive to the airport, and the pair lives 25 km in the opposite direction. When I raised the subject of gas money, all I heard from their side was, "Can't you make an exception? We're really short of cash. Please, we don't have any other way to get to the airport." I was already boiling inside, but I answered: "Well, all right, I won't be a hard ass about it." I hope they don't find their own transportation – I've had enough of their shenanigans, and I'm not going to play the fool any longer. That's why I'm not going to pick them up, but let them stand around at home while I drive to the airport alone. I'm hoping they miss the flight. If they ask why, I'll simply say "I forgot."
Once, a woman stood next to me at the traffic light. And then when I saw that no cars were coming, I began to walk across the road on a red light. The woman, who at this point was standing in the same place as me, asked if the light was already green, whereupon I, because I took it for a telling-off, snapped at her asking if she thought she was my mother. When she then explained that she was blind, my heart sank into my boots. I ran back to her, apologized a thousand times and said that I hadn't noticed, and that the light was still red. Even today I am embarrassed when I think of this story, even though I really didn’t realize and since then I have taken it upon myself to pay more attention to my surroundings and not behave so arrogantly to fellow human beings.