Journal Entry

Name: Tessa Plautz
Date: April 8, 2009

Topic: Why is there a potato head that looks like me?
I was walking around the mall. I didn’t know where I was going. “Okay that was like the 3rd time I passed that dumb book store.” I said to myself. I was walking around in circles for hours. I had to ask for help some time. So when I passed the book store for the 9th time I went in and met a strange old man that looked like the manager of the store. I said hello and good evening to be polite. An angry “What do you want.” Was the answer I got. I didn’t like the man or the way he looked, so I went to the nearest store nearby which was a little corner shop named Potatoes are Us. It was a queer place I never noticed it before. When I went in there was potato heads all over staring at me. It was very strange. I went right up to the counter. I said hello and good evening. “Well hello there you look like you’re new. What can I help you with?’ He said. I smiled because it was the first human voice I heard for the Afternoon. “Well, uh.” I suddenly forgot what I was about to say. The man at the counter just stared at me. “Um.” I mumbled “Are you lost.” He asked. “I think I am.” I said to him. “Go right, left, right, right, then go left. There you will see a exit sign there.” I turned around and went the direction he told me. I finally got out of the mall. The next day I went back to the mall because I forgot to pick up my shopping bags in the store.