With this piece I want to show that even though one person doesn't like something it doesn't mean everyone has the same opinion. As the saying goes, "One man's trash is another man's treasure".
Vivian breathed in the familiar scent of wood and paint. Home Depot is not exactly the dream job of most women, but she loved it. She smoothed out the wrinkles on her orange apron while the customer unloaded his things on the counter. A kind smile resided on her face and it never seemed to go away. Even as the man aggressively spoke to her, she treated him with the utmost respect.
At her job Vivian didn't have to dress up and always look perfect. She was able to be herself, dress comfortably and make money. The dull gray colour of the floor and orange banners hanging from the ceiling were things she was used to and things she liked even though some say they are depressing. She worked at Home Depot five days a week and she never, not once, found it depressing. On the contrary, she found exhilarating to meet knew people and talk with her co-workers on a daily basis.
The man tapped his finger impatiently on the counter as Vivian scanned his big, pink package of insulation. She quickly typed something on the computer then collected the money from the man. He left without a 'goodbye', but Vivian was perfectly content with that. Her eyes followed the man as he exited the store through the automatic doors. Suddenly, a bird flew in making everyone duck in cover. Vivian just smiled. Sure the store was gloomy and ugly, and a shelter for all kind of animals, but it was as comfortable to her as her own home and she wouldn't change it for the world.
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My youngest sister is terrified of birds, so she refuses to go into Home Depot. Actually, we find it a tough enough time to get her to walk on the Danforth.
It would've been nice to hear about what her home life was like in there. I liked how you made it clear that some people liked different stuff from others.
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