TEXT: R2
I always swore to myself: "I never wear a suit to work" ... well, sometimes playing swallow the words ... and start with the pants and shirt. I recognize that a transition has not been as traumatic as expected, except for one detail, so desperate that I can hardly believe how many Mexicans spend something like the move.
finally joined the ranks of those who must take public transportation to get to my workplace, at the same time that thousands of citizens, I find myself with enough clichés and repetitive situations, which my relatives would "form the character, but I say "are psychopaths and serial-killers" (All of the following are real situations).
First, the bus stop, where many people, in suits and clothing like you, await the arrival of the bus, trolley, bus, whichever comes first (all arrive at the same place), the most common, it's minibus full ... very full. You get to get on as you can (and do not fly, I close the door, or push it or get off), is the collection, and the typical 4 cats that could not exchange or currency out of 10 pesos for 5 minutes they were sentadotes / paradotes at the stop, and obviously, the minibus will not start until everyone pays. From there comes a succession of stops on every corner, because everyone wants the micro is stand in the corner, will not get tired of walking a den, no sir. After several minutes in advance to a crawl, it's transport to a semi-base ("No base to the middle of the road" ... yes, and no), where it stopped for 1 / 2 high chisels waiting for the bus ... finally decided to start ... and oh, surprise! It becomes a stop just across the corner to go to all those who did not have the strength (or intelligence) to cross the street and avoid the series of claxonazos and mother insults involving braking unit ... always make sure that these same people, when they will be the first car to be angry when they touch the back of a micro similar situation, but I leave the track after half an hour ... traffic, ups and downs, a fat lady takes a minute to go to the unit, pay and makes stops two blocks later, take another minute to download (and then ask why is fat ... I can not think why) you finally arrive at your destination.
Second, the underground: here it is worth saying that yes, we are still discriminated against: while traveling metalera jeans and shirt, with my air kills, the review was always "safe" and spend the detector of "thieves" ... Now, I walk with my Bow Ties, ironed my dress and my hair "victim donkey "or come up to me ... do not know if offended ... if the meter does not stay stuck in the tunnel or is it light, or one of your passengers of the minibus was not introduced to the road, you finally arrive at your job, and I must admit: after this trip, I spend well in my work hours ... and when I go out, we go through the same thing ... so when I have to choose between an hour in traffic, or an hour at the bar, do you believe what you choose?
ILLUSTRATION: Rosko LEFT
finally joined the ranks of those who must take public transportation to get to my workplace, at the same time that thousands of citizens, I find myself with enough clichés and repetitive situations, which my relatives would "form the character, but I say "are psychopaths and serial-killers" (All of the following are real situations).
First, the bus stop, where many people, in suits and clothing like you, await the arrival of the bus, trolley, bus, whichever comes first (all arrive at the same place), the most common, it's minibus full ... very full. You get to get on as you can (and do not fly, I close the door, or push it or get off), is the collection, and the typical 4 cats that could not exchange or currency out of 10 pesos for 5 minutes they were sentadotes / paradotes at the stop, and obviously, the minibus will not start until everyone pays. From there comes a succession of stops on every corner, because everyone wants the micro is stand in the corner, will not get tired of walking a den, no sir. After several minutes in advance to a crawl, it's transport to a semi-base ("No base to the middle of the road" ... yes, and no), where it stopped for 1 / 2 high chisels waiting for the bus ... finally decided to start ... and oh, surprise! It becomes a stop just across the corner to go to all those who did not have the strength (or intelligence) to cross the street and avoid the series of claxonazos and mother insults involving braking unit ... always make sure that these same people, when they will be the first car to be angry when they touch the back of a micro similar situation, but I leave the track after half an hour ... traffic, ups and downs, a fat lady takes a minute to go to the unit, pay and makes stops two blocks later, take another minute to download (and then ask why is fat ... I can not think why) you finally arrive at your destination.
Second, the underground: here it is worth saying that yes, we are still discriminated against: while traveling metalera jeans and shirt, with my air kills, the review was always "safe" and spend the detector of "thieves" ... Now, I walk with my Bow Ties, ironed my dress and my hair "victim donkey "or come up to me ... do not know if offended ... if the meter does not stay stuck in the tunnel or is it light, or one of your passengers of the minibus was not introduced to the road, you finally arrive at your job, and I must admit: after this trip, I spend well in my work hours ... and when I go out, we go through the same thing ... so when I have to choose between an hour in traffic, or an hour at the bar, do you believe what you choose?
ILLUSTRATION: Rosko LEFT 
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