The warmth comes from a strange cab driver in Beijing.
Many years ago, I worked for an Internet company in Beijing.
So there were always a lot of drivers parked downstairs, chatting with each other, and one of them wanted to go back to XXX.
The drivers and passengers are very easy to talk to, and when there is a traffic jam, we usually don’t get angry or anxious when we take a taxi, but we are reimbursed for the fare.
I had just joined the company, and I was on a six-month probationary period.
I worked diligently every day, sometimes I got off work at ten or eleven. Because the place I went back to was actually only 20-30 RMB, a lot of masters who wanted to do big jobs actually didn’t like customers like me, after all, after waiting for so long, they still wanted to take a big job.
The above is the premise.
Then, a few days before the transfer, my manager called me aside, implying that I was below the expectations she had for me during the interview, meaning that I didn’t get the transfer.
I didn’t expect this to happen at all. I remembered over the years that although I was serious about my work, I was very stubborn and too sharp-edged, and I had several problems with the management and the people who brought me in.
I calmly maintained my last dignity and asked her which day I had to leave. When she did, I said yes, I would take the transition seriously.
Trying not to cry, trying not to show my loss, I continued to eat and work normally until the first day of my departure.
It always rained a lot in Beijing in the summer, and that night too, I asked several masters with an umbrella, but none of them wanted to pull me out. At that time, a master said, “It’s still raining at this time of night, I’ll take you with me, little girl.
In order to get there early, he chose the fast road, not the shortcut, to the fifth ring.
And I kept holding my bag and umbrella tightly, talking to him word for word, and kept sneaking my eyes at the meter.
The master was very sensitive and was aware of my wandering eyes.
He said: “Miss, you seem to mind the taxi fare a lot.
I nodded in a low voice: Yes, I was fired from the company and will have to leave tomorrow. I won’t be reimbursed for today’s taxi fare, so I’ll have to pay for it myself. And I haven’t found a new job yet.
After hearing these words, my master silently asked me: How much do you usually pay for a taxi to your home?
I said: 28
When the meter reached 28, the master lifted the meter, and the meter stopped, and from 28 to my doorstep, the master didn’t play the meter, running on empty.
The driver sighed and said, “You’re still so young, you can encounter anything when you’re out on your own, but don’t be afraid, everything will be fine.
I got off the bus and walked home with an umbrella, bawling my eyes out in the noisy rainy night of that strange city.
Later I left Beijing and kept the taxi ticket that the master gave me, but I couldn’t read the words after so many years. I look forward to the day when I can go back to Beijing to thank him in person, so many years ago, he used his own modest strength to maintain a little girl’s self-esteem, but also let me through even the hardship.
It’s been so many years since then, but I still cried when I typed the above paragraph, and I hope that the strange driver will have a safe life.
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