When I finished work in the evening, my heart was still bleeding. For a poor person like me, losing a few dozens would hurt, let alone being suddenly robbed of two thousand—that was the only windfall I'd obtained after so many days. How many dumplings would my mother have to wrap to earn that much?
In reality, the laundry cost was a bit over one thousand. In my anger, I hadn't seen the number after the "1" clearly and very stylishly threw away two thousand, saying no need for change. I felt liberated at the moment, but now, I truly regret it. Why did I play the big shot, huh? Was it worth it to lose money for the sake of face? Worth it or not? Worth it?
I decided to let my steps determine the answer; if I extended my left foot when I crossed the white line at the employee exit, then it was worth it. If it was my right foot, then not worth it.
Worth it... not worth it... worth it... not worth it...
