This text was sent to me by my Pathao food delivery guy. When I spoke with him over the phone, he didn’t sound like a typical delivery person at all.
Judging by the level of his English in the following text, he is definitely well educated.
Yet, he is doing food delivery late Thursday night. I don’t know his story, but I feel bad, guilty almost for some reason.
When the guy came, I tried to get a read on him. He was probably similar aged to me. Bit of bald patch on his head. He wasn’t fat, but seemed bit on the chubby side… Kinda like the people who gets lot of love and care growing up. He was sweaty.. from the long cycle ride. For some reason he kept calling me Sir. I don’t know man.. I feel like I never want to be called sir again… Not like this. We gotta learn to accept how lucky we are.. Too bad there is no course for that. Collected from Ekramul Hossain Khan’s Facebook post