An open letter addressed to the “Bus driver”. By Francisco

Under the driver’s permission, the following words may be an insult for you and your job, but it is not my will to be impolite or out-of-place. I am begging you Mr. Driver to forgive me in any of those cases.
My first contact with you begins when I raise my hand on the street and I implore you to stop the bus right in front of me. Preferably with the entrance right on my feet, but that is less important so don’t worry about it; what I really care about is you picking me up and not passing by, because as usual I’m late.
Once I am already into your bus, starts one of my biggest concerns: after I give you my formal greetings, all I profoundly expect is for you to answer back, at least with the most imperceptible approving gesture. And all that happens at the same time I give you the popular “milqui” (1500 Colombian pesos). I have wondered for several times how much you care about the way I pay you this fare. Of course you always prefer us to give you the money as simple as the fare is, nevertheless, according to what I have noticed in most of the cases of my huge background traveling on “caleñian” public service bus, I would say you are used to give changes with no complaints and no regrets at all. Just a few particular cases in which you didn’t have enough change and the note was sort of high I saw you upset for this matter. So to make your work pleasant and easier, every time I’m going to use your service I try so hard to give you “milqui” and it is not something you have to thank me; please don’t get me wrong actually I really admire your ability not just driving (there’s no Nascar driver who can stand by your side) but driving that well while you count and give passengers’ changes. And I am not afraid of crashing other’s car because if that happens I know it would be the other’s fault and not yours. I give you my trust and I feel safe.
Therefore with you on the wheel I’m fearless, as I said before I’m usually a little late, so I scream in silence for you to run like hell, to be blind when the lights are red, to forget where the brakes of your bus are. And you kindly use to listen to my prayers, making the world go slowly, prolonging existence. All my life I’ll be grateful with you and your work, if someday “El M.I.O.” destroys your career and I won’t see a public bus anymore, that day I’ll wish to be no longer here. Insult “El M.I.O.” any time you could and I’ll be there supporting you.
Having nothing left to say, I just thank you for all these years.
PS: No matter how much people hate your music, you must turn up your radio.