No one knows if the heart is bad, and everyone hates the bad mouth.
I went to the supermarket today to deliver food, and the pancake delivery person arrived a little before me.
He put the pancakes on the scales and wanted the employees to take pictures, (the supermarket accountant resigned, and the boss of the delivery asked the employees to take pictures and post them in the employee group), but the employees were busy and none of them paid attention to him.
I wondered, why didn't everyone take pictures of him?
Every time I deliver food, whoever is free will come over to take pictures, sometimes pull the small cart for me, and sometimes help me move the food. Has he offended people? Can't everyone dislike him?
Just thinking about him, he said: Hey, that guy surnamed Zhang came over and helped me pat the pancakes.
The employee surnamed Zhang gave him a blank look: You let the boss shoot it, I'm afraid I'll make a mistake for you.
The person who delivered the pancakes went to the boss, and after looking around the supermarket in front of the supermarket, he didn't find it.
Hey, that, come over here and take a picture for me. The pancake delivery man pointed to an employee who was directing the greens and said.
If you're not free, you'd better find the boss, I'm a good person. The staff who set the dishes also replied to him angrily and did not take pictures of him.
The one who delivered the pancakes, looked at this and that, and scratched his head in embarrassment.
This time has passed little by little, I can't wait, there are still chickens and steamed buns in the back, and they are coming one after another.
The employee who sells meat couldn't stand it anymore, and was afraid of delaying other people's overstatement, so he came over to help take pictures.
After the pancake delivery left, all the employees began to talk about him.
People in their 40s can't even say a word. And hey, the one surnamed Zhang, what kind of person, he lived so much in vain.
It's annoying to watch.
The pancakes are very wet, give him advice, and he will quarrel with you.
Pancakes are not well cooked, their temper is not small, and they can't speak, such people are rare.
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I listened to their discussion and thought about the act of selling pancakes just now, and I thought it was quite funny and annoying.
After living for half his life, he doesn't even know the most basic politeness, and he doesn't know how he gets along with others when he goes out to work?
Adults should use their brains to speak, and finding someone to help them should show respect and sincerity to others, so that others can help you willingly.
Speaking is also an art.
Today's excerpt: Sanmao's "Gentle Night"
The leaves are folded as a whistle, the broken brush tube is turned into a little soap and the sky is full of bubbles, five small stones play chess, a hopscotch is drawn on the chalk ground, the thick bamboo tube is opened into a puff, the fingers are painted with a small face, the handkerchief is surrounded by a singing puppet play, and the chopsticks can be used as a pistol when tied tightly with a rubber band...... So many crazy children's tricks don't cost money, to put it more clearly, they are all picked up when they walk to school.
This is a game that Sanmao played when he was a child.
When I was a child, I played jumping rubber bands, throwing handkerchiefs, throwing bean bags, hopscotch, throwing paper ingots, and skipping rope. The freshest thing is to climb the tree and pick the green fruit the size of marbles, dig a mud nest, and play it like marbles.
There are also shuttlecock kicks, using locust leaves as whistles, and so on.
It feels a bit similar to Sanmao's childhood.
Since I was a child, I like to walk around, especially when I am a primary school student, after school, I ask the classmate who walks fast to send my schoolbag home to my mother, and I wander slowly on the field path alone, along the way, there is always an unspeakable treasure to pick it up and play.
Sanmao liked to pick up waste when she was a child, and I didn't pick up waste, but like her, I like to look around when I walk.
Every time I came out of school, I would pick up a piece of paper with words on it, and I would pick up all the tiny needles, and I would walk for forty or fifty minutes, or even an hour, on the way home in ten minutes.
When I got home, my mother often told me that I didn't know where to go and went crazy.
What a happy childhood.
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