Property cotton jacket

Recalling yesterday's gaffes, I don't blush.

Japan wants to study at home and prepare lessons. It's my turn to have a quality class next week, so I have to prepare in advance. Just sitting at my desk, Miss Yue called me to go to the county seat. The new house should be plastered with putty, and a good master should be found for construction. Uncle security won't let the master's car go into the basement, and the master brought a lot of construction tools. It is very troublesome to move one by one, which also delays the master's time. After answering the phone, I got on the electric car and went straight to the county seat.

The roads are full of migrant workers who get up early. They are all in a hurry. The cold wind swished into my clothes. It's too cold and I don't have gloves on my hands. I'm numb with cold, and I don't turn so flexibly. I don't usually go out much. How do I know how cold it is? Look at those heavily armed migrant workers in thick coats and cotton gloves. How can my thin clothes stand the cold wind?

When I finally got to the community, I put the car away and quickly rubbed my hands and stamped my feet to regain consciousness. Master has been waiting in the cold wind for so long. The security guard asked me to contact the property, and I called the property to explain the situation. The security guard still refused to let me in, saying that the property had to call him. When I heard that I was not allowed to go in, I couldn't help but raise my anger. I fought back my anger and called the property. The answer given by the property management is that all cars are not allowed to enter. What should I do? The master next to me gave me an idea and entered his license plate number into my parking space. The property said that one parking space can get two license plates, so he entered the master's license plate number.

The license plate number has just been entered, and the access control system can't scan it. I asked the security guard to open the door, but he didn't say anything. I have repeatedly explained that the license plate number has been entered and can be entered, but that won't do either. After waiting in the cold wind for so long, the master still delayed the construction. My anger rushed out, and I yelled at the security guard, who silently made me angry. I kept shouting and complaining, and the security guard quietly opened the door of the underground garage. The master drove the car in and I followed him into the underground garage.

Calm down and yell at the 70-year-old man. I feel guilty. It is the duty of the old man to do it. It can be seen that he is a particularly responsible security guard. I am unreasonable to the old man for my own selfish interests. This is really immoral!

The old man who should have enjoyed his old age at home went out to work to earn money. Isn't the old man also in the cold wind? Old people don't wear thick cotton-padded jackets either. Shouldn't there be more care and respect for such an old man? And I am so unreasonable. This matter is hard to let go in my heart and has been condemned by my conscience.

Really, when I go to the community again, I must give the security guard a deep bow and sincerely apologize. Apologize for my gaffes and comfort my conscience.