But do not rush to despise that small tea shop, because it is the focus of many residents here, every morning before going to work or in the afternoon to go over and over, the story so it becomes the "information center" of the area.
The tea shop foot of the stairs is also an unofficial "public opinion court". Everything, from the story of Ms. T's family, bought a TV "as big as the mat", to the youngest boy's youngest brother "sticking to the street", or even the dog who had just "felt" in front of the house, were brought out to "dissect" under the smoke of tea, suspected medicine. The "judges" here are none other than the residents of all ages, all the ingredients, from the cyclo, they have just stopped by a cup of water, to housewives to buy a pack of roasted peanuts. Each person has a sentence, each one has a idea, creating a vivid and colorful "general news".
Sometimes, the tea shop is also the place where "mediation trials" reluctantly. For example, the two neighbors quarreled just because of the "invasive" spinach to the garden. Instead of calling the leader, they "summoned" each other to Ba C tea shop, sipping a cup of water and "words back and forth". Finally, under the "witness" of the curious crowd and a few words of "trial" bearing the "argument of neighbors" of Mrs. C, everything was coming in.
The "versatile" of the tea shop also shows that it can turn into an unexpected "job introduction center". Any motorbike taxi is in need of guests, an electrician who is free, just sit and smoke a cigarette, make a cup of tea at Ong N shop for a while, as if there would be "people" right away ...
But above all, the tea shop foot of the stairs is where people find sharing and sympathy. In the midst of a chaotic life, a cup of cool water, a vague gossip, a gentle smile of the seller is sometimes an invaluable mental medicine.
There, people not only buy water, but also buy intimacy, buy an indispensable part of the old collective area. Then, no matter where tomorrow, the image of the small tea shop at the foot of the stairs is still a dot in the memory of every child of the dormitory.
