I worked overtime until three in the morning, and I was the only one left in the office.
I called a ride-hailing car, and the driver was a middle-aged man in his forties. As soon as I got in the car, he said: "Young man, I happened to be nearby picking someone up, I can give you a ride on the way, and I'll give you a discount."
On the way, he talked to me about his son, who is about my age and also striving in a big city, staying up late every day, and he felt very distressed. He said, "My son is just like you, always says it's nothing, but actually doesn't want to worry his family."
I felt a lump in my throat and told him about the pressure I've been under lately; the project failed, and I can barely afford the rent. He sighed and said, "It's not easy for anyone, take your time, it will get better."
When I got out of the car, he handed me a bottle of hot milk: "It's getting cold, warm yourself up. Don't be polite with me, just consider it as something I bought for my son." I was very touched and kept saying thank you. It wasn't until later when I checked the trip record that I realized the route that day was actually not on the way. He took a detour of three kilometers just to earn that little bit of 'discounted' fare from me.
And that bottle of hot milk was just a small change from my fare. $BTC #山寨季讨论量跌至两年新低 #SolvProtocol被盗