What kind of experience is it to hand out leaflets on the street?

When I was very young, I thought handing out leaflets was the easiest job in the world. All I have to do is stand on the side of the road and watch passers-by seize the right moment to put leaflets in everyone's hands, and I will get a large salary.

It was not until I graduated from high school that my uncle's family needed help handing out leaflets. I don't know. I'm too young.

It takes about 5 hours to send it every day, which happens to be the hottest time of the day. It's no use wearing a small hat, but the sun is still very destructive. The most heartbreaking thing is not the hot weather, but the attitude of passers-by Although from my point of view, distributing leaflets is not a tall occupation, after all, everyone is equal and everyone is an independent individual worthy of respect and kindness. It can be said that from their attitude, we can see that their quality level is different.

You have to be thick-skinned to distribute leaflets, and you have to dare to reach out and wait for others to get leaflets, but in fact, many times, this is not a complete process. Many times, I always extend a hand, but the Goose family doesn't extend a hand to pick up your flyer, only an embarrassing hand that I extend. It's really embarrassing. Except the word embarrassed, there is no word that can seduce and describe my feeling of wanting to dig a hole directly.

There is another kind of person, who just gave him the leaflet, and then he caught it, and then I was very happy. He just turned around and threw it away. The point is that you can see it yourself. Although this leaflet is not something you gave to others in essence, what you are doing now is also your hard work.

You can really meet a lot of people when handing out leaflets. I remember the last time I handed out leaflets in the canteen. I just kept staring at that person and then I planned to put the leaflets into his hand when he came to me. Maybe he rested until I stared at him. He took a look at my hand, made a big turn, bypassed my side and went in through another door. God, I'm in distress situation. Although I might do the same if I were him, it hurts too much. I think it's really necessary to have a thick skin and a big heart to hand out leaflets and ignore those sad moves.

Since I personally experienced the job of handing out leaflets, I deeply realized that this job is not easy. I not only have to accept the supercilious look and indifference of those passers-by, but also have the cheek to continue to find the right time to send it to the next passerby. So now whenever I see someone handing out a leaflet on the road, whether I am interested or not, and whether I have an extra hand to get it, I will personally take it down, put it in my hand for a while, and then throw it into the trash can when others can't see it. In short, to be a high-quality person, although it has nothing to do with handing out leaflets.