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Early that morning, it was raining heavily and it was icy.
Thinking that I still have to go out to run errands, it is estimated that the time will be very long. I ordered a takeout in advance. And the access control code is remarked. Tell me to send it upstairs and knock on the door.
After more than ten minutes, I saw that the order was completed. I was stunned because I didn't hear a knock on the door. I looked at the rider's message again and said that there was a knock on the door, but no one opened the door, so I hung the takeaway on the doorknob. And also**.
I opened the door and looked, no. I contacted the rider, and the rider said let it go, and she knocked on the door, but no one opened the door.
I asked her what door was it, and how many were it? She said it was 201 at Gate 1. I said you misplaced, I'm Gate 3 201. The rider hurriedly said sorry, saying that she was delivering the order by the river at this time, and would come over to help me get it immediately. I said no, I'll get it myself, I have an order information in my phone. The rider expressed his gratitude.
As a result, I went to Gate 1 201, Gate 201, Gate 4 201, and none of them. And this time is almost up to the time when I plan to go out.
I gave the rider another ** and told her no. The rider said that she was running out of delivery by the river, so she came over immediately and told me to apply for a refund.
I asked her if she would be fined if I applied for a refund. She said that first of all, she would pay for the lost takeaway, and as for whether she would be fined, probably.
I looked at the pouring rain that was still falling, and said don't come here, and I won't apply for a refund. A breakfast is not a big deal, and casually said that on a rainy day, you pay attention to safety.
I hung ** in the voice of the rider who said thank you one after another.
It's a thing that couldn't be smaller.
After leaving the house, I had a casual conversation with my partner and driver in the car, and the topic was caused by them asking me if I had breakfast.
When they listened to my story, they looked a little strange.
I wondered how they could have such strange expressions.
In the afternoon, I deliberately told other people about it, some in mobile phone chats, some face-to-face, and some on the phone. I want to know how they react.
It's fun! Seventy percent of the people hardly believe in the truth of this thing. Twenty percent of the people believe it, but they think that I am deliberately showing my "tolerance" and that I am building up the image of a good person. And ten percent of people say I'm stupid.
Doudou later told me that if she had been replaced, she would definitely apply for a refund. It's not a matter of tolerance or intolerance, as for whether there are embarrassed riders, it definitely doesn't exist, and if there is really a dilemma, it's also a matter of the platform. Second, the riders are hard, but their income is not less than ours, and the hard-working riders earn more than the vast majority of ordinary workers. Such compensation and fines, they can afford.
Doudou finally gave me a definition, saying that I had been a good person.
I've been thinking about this for a long time. I've been thinking about it all night.
First of all, I don't think I've done anything remarkable, commendable. At that time, I just didn't want to be annoyed and was going out.
Besides, why don't so many people believe that I don't care about this matter and don't apply for a refund? One breakfast is more than twenty.
In the end, they believed what I said, and I was just a good person and didn't advocate it.
Perhaps, I really did something wrong? Is requesting a refund the right answer? Or even ask for compensation, more normal?
Anyway, in their opinion, I did something that was not normal.