The Poor Delivery Man
Today, when I was about to go into our apartment's elevator, I saw an angry delivery man.
I have met him and said hello to him many times, but today he looked like a different person.
He was carrying some packages, and they looked so heavy.
It got stuck on the doorstep. I thought he would try again, but instead he kicked the packages and threw them hard into the ground.
I felt sorry for him. I was about to help him, but my mom stopped me. I knew why but he looked angry and tired.
I could understand his feeling very well because I felt that feeling a long time ago. Though I agreed with him, those were someone else's packages! It could be damaged and that man could be fired by his company's owner. So I left him there alone and took the elevator. Before I left the elevator I pressed the first-floor button for the man. I wanted to help him. And now I'm telling you all this!
What do you think about that delivery man?
Do you feel sorry for him or the opposite?
Anyway, I hope the delivery man will be honest from now on. Good luck delivery man!