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¿Por casualidad o destino? – By chance or fate?

Tenía que salir corriendo o no llegaría a tiempo a la reunión. Había empezado con mucha antelación a arreglarme porque tenía que dominar mi rizada melena para hacerla parecer cuidada y peinada pero me había llevado mucho tiempo, demasiado.

La decisión de pasarme un día de estos por la peluquería y tomar una medida drástica era un hecho después de ver el resultado obtenido, más o menos como cuando me levanté esa misma mañana, todo un desastre sin control y un caos desmarañado.

Me vestí de manera elegante pero informal, no debía parecer demasiado seria ni que pareciese que acababa de salir de una fiesta o un coctel.

Un pantalón negro de sastre con un blusón de flores transparente era perfecto poniendo debajo una camiseta claro, sino esas trasparencias iban a ser muy evidentes y provocativas. Unas sandalias de tacón y un bolso colgado eran el complemento perfecto.

El resultado me gustaba, siempre y cuando no me fijase en el pelo, así que decidí no mirarme más total ya no podía hacer nada y el tiempo se me echaba encima. Metí un coletero en el bolso, por si me hartaba de mi larga melena ponerme una coleta y sin más salí de casa.

Bajé en el ascensor al garaje intentando no mirarme en el horrible espejo interior que tiene el don de que si tienes un defecto te lo multiplica por veinticinco, por ejemplo, un granito se hace tan evidente que cuando llegas abajo es lo único que ves en él.

Intenté entretenerme buscando la llave del coche y lo conseguí, conseguí llegar sin mirarme en el espejo, pero no fui capaz de encontrar la llave y tuve que subir de nuevo a casa.

Busqué en todos los sitios donde podría haberlas puesto y nada. Busqué la llave de repuesto, pero no logré recordar donde la había escondido para los casos de emergencia. Me sentía tan idiota y tan enojada que no era capaz de pensar. El tiempo se me echaba encima y ya quedaba menos de media hora.

Llamé a mi hermano que acababa de sacarse el carnet y usaba mi antiguo coche. Lo tenía estacionado muy cerca así que llegaría en menos de cinco minutos. Me esperó para entregarme la llave y sin darle ni una explicación y sin pedirla porque me conoce bien y sabe que es mejor dejarme en paz, me monté en el coche y arranqué sin mirar atrás. Ya se lo recompensaría después.

Llegué hasta el primer semáforo y como no, estaba en rojo. A mi lado había un coche altísimo y acostumbrada a mi nuevo coche bastante más alto que un Renault Laguna, que era en el que iba.  Todos los coches eran altísimos así que me quedé mirando. Fue entonces cuando me fijé en él, un morenazo, con media melena y traje oscuro, que me miraba fijamente.

Momentos antes había estado hablando yo sola maldiciendo al semáforo y hablándole como si me pudiese escuchar. Supongo que me oyó o vio mis aspavientos cuando cambió a rojo. Era evidente que era así por la sonrisa tan estúpida que tenía dibujada en su cara y por lo visto se lo estaba contando a su acompañante porque primero se veía una cabecita intentando asomarse para verme desde el asiento del conductor, después aparecieron los hombros y el resto de la mitad de su cuerpo se arrastraba por encima del copiloto, debió ser muy divertida la escena, para merecer tanto esfuerzo.

La persona que había al otro lado era una mujer joven. No había manera posible de confundirla con un hombre joven en ningún lenguaje, especialmente en Braille.

Sus enormes pechos aparecieron por la ventana, mientras el morenazo se hundía en el asiento para que ella pudiese verme y se oyeron sonoras carcajadas de los dos ante algún jocoso comentario, que yo no llegué a oír.

El semáforo cambió a verde y entre lo nerviosa que estaba y lo que acababa de ver, mi enfado aumentó a niveles insospechados. Mostré mi dedo, con un gesto vulgar, mientras pegaba un acelerón al coche y salía disparada.

Yo, la mujer tranquila, refinada me estaba comportando como un camionero o lo que es peor una mujer barriobajera y me dio un poco vergüenza de mí misma verme con ese gesto en mi mano, pero estaba tan enfadada que en ese momento era lo que me pedía el cuerpo.

Aceleré porque si conseguía que no me pillasen muchos semáforos en rojo aún tenía tiempo de llegar. Me arriesgaría a una multa, pero la reunión bien merecía la pena ya que me estaba jugando un ascenso y si mi proyecto era aceptado, de lo cual estaba completamente segura, mi vida cambiaría por completo. Daba igual una o dos multas, incluso todos los puntos que quisieran quitarme.

Logré pasar en ámbar dos de ellos y a mi paso los bocinazos eran cada vez más audibles y constantes, aumenté la velocidad zigzagueando entre los coches, como si se tratase de un rally, si me pillaba la policía se me iba a caer el pelo.

El tercer semáforo era enorme y muy muy rojo, el más rojo que había visto nunca, no podía saltármelo y comencé a frenar. Fue entonces cuando lo vi.

El coche del primer semáforo venía justo detrás de mí y se colocó al lado en la misma posición. Mientras llegaba vi como bajaba la ventanilla y yo hice lo mismo.

El morenazo ya no tenía la estúpida sonrisa sino más bien cara de enfado, sería un sensible y mi gesto le había ofendido.

Lo que vino después es mejor no contarlo al pie de la letra y resumiendo rápidamente yo le veía vocalizar, pero no entendía nada, solo frases sin sentido, algo de una placa, de una denuncia, que tenían la matrícula y que habían grabado mi carrera a lo largo de toda la avenida. Eso lo entendí bien.

Mi cabreo aumentaba y notaba como la sangre subía hasta mi cabeza, para caer hasta los pies a una velocidad de vértigo. Los minutos corrían y yo perdería mi oportunidad de ascender.

Me bajé del coche y me sorprendió no llevar el cinturón puesto, las prisas no son buenas para nada. El morenazo blandía una libreta mientras seguía gritándome y la acompañante cacareaba sin parar, no le entendía lo que decía solo se oían sus incesantes y desagradables graznidos.

Me acerqué y le arranqué la libreta de la mano lanzándola con furia al otro lado de la calle. Era un muy guapo y los ojos los tenía muy bonitos verde jade que contrastaban con su cabello y su piel. Era casi un sueño. Se los pude ver muy bien porque los abrió desmesuradamente sorprendido por lo que le estaba sucediendo. No me dio tiempo a darle un guantazo porque reaccionó y me sujetó las manos mientras intentaba salir del coche. Salió.

Era altísimo, ni con tacones le llegaría hasta ningún sitio, la batalla estaba perdida de antemano así que, ni siquiera lo intenté. Mis brazos cayeron a lo largo de mi cuerpo en señal de derrota, era una situación tan absurda que casi le ofrezco las muñecas para que me esposase.

La mujer seguía gritando cada vez más alto y más rápido desde dentro del coche. Los dos nos dimos la vuelta y le gritamos a la vez que se callase. Le dije algo más pero no recuerdo el qué.

Se llevó la mano a la chaqueta y sacó una cartera, la abrió y allí estaba, una flamante y brillante placa de policía. Levanté los brazos y entonces si le ofrecí las muñecas.

La sonrisa divertida volvió a aparecer en su rostro.

La gente se arremolinaba y una mano amiga le devolvió al morenazo policía la libreta que aún no entiendo por qué volvía mojada. Hacía meses que no llovía.

Tomo otra de la guantera del coche y comenzó a solicitar mis datos. Cuando fue consciente de que estábamos obstaculizando el tráfico, el atasco era monumental, apartamos los coches a un lado y mientras la guardia urbana se disponía a desenmarañar aquel caos, tranquilamente y en una terraza rellenaba mi denuncia.

Ya estaba todo perdido, así que me relajé, me até una coleta y contesté a todo lo que me preguntaba. Hubo un momento en que apartó uno de mis desobedientes rizos de mi cara, cosa que me sorprendió y a él también.

Terminamos enseguida ya que solo fue cuestión rellenar el papeleo con los datos personales y antes de que el atasco fuese solucionado. Monté en el coche y mientras me iba vi que me hacía señales con la mano, ¿qué demonios me estaría diciendo? Adiós.

Seguí mi camino hacia la reunión aunque solo fuese para pedir disculpas por no haber podido llegar a tiempo. Era ya muy tarde así que aparqué tranquilamente y me dirigí hacia la sala de reuniones.

Al llegar al piso mi sorpresa fue monumental al ver a todos en la puerta tomando café. La reunión no había comenzado porque la mitad de los consejeros no habían llegado ya que estaban en un atasco en el centro. No estaba todo perdido.

Pasados unos días me llegó la multa. Parecía la lista de la compra de fin de mes de una familia numerosa.

 

INFRACCIONES COMETIDAS:

1-    Velocidad excesiva y conducción temeraria por el centro de la ciudad agravado por tratarse de un conductor novel (llevaba la placa correctamente puesta en el cristal posterior).

2-    Pasar dos semáforos en amarillo, con el consiguiente riesgo para los demás conductores.

3-    Hacer gestos obscenos a otro conductor.

4-    Conducir sin el cinturón de seguridad puesto.

5-    Bajarse del auto interrumpiendo la circulación en hora punta. Provocando un atasco que tardó horas en solucionarse.

6-    Agresión a un agente de la autoridad y destrucción de pruebas.

7-    Agresión a una ciudadana que estaba tranquilamente tomando algo en una terraza y a la cual le cayó encima la libreta tirándole la bebida rompiendo el vaso y provocándole cortes en la mano con el vidrio.

8-    Llamar “tetona plástica” a una agente de la autoridad.

ATENUANTES DE LAS INFRACCIONES:

1-    Ser tan guapa, fresca y salvaje.

2-    Tener el pelo tan enmarañado y rizos tan terriblemente encantadores y rebeldes

3-    Mi compañera se lo merecía y lo es.

4-    Hacía mucho tiempo que no me reía tanto.

5-    Las multas tendrás que pagarlas, pero me gustaría invitarte a cenar. Me teléfono es XXXXXXXXXX (aparece así por razones de seguridad jajaja).

6-    La multa real te llegará en unos días.

7-    Espero ansioso tu respuesta.

 

Atte. – XXXXXXX ( también por seguridad).

 

I had to go away running or I wouldn’t get to the meeting. I had started with a lot of time to get ready because I had to control my curly hair to make it look tidy and brushed, but it had taken me too long.

The decision of spending one of these days at the hairdresser and taking a drastic measure was something to do after seeing the result we obtained, almost the same as when I woke up that morning. My hair was a real mess, out of control.

I dressed up elegant, but informal. I should not seem too serious, or that I had just gotten out of a party or cocktail.

I wore a designer black pair of pants with a flower printed blouse, which looked perfect by wearing a soft colored shirt under, since otherwise those transparencies would look too evident and provocative. I also wore high heels and a hanged purse, which were the perfect complement.

I liked the rest, as long as I did not look at my hair. So, I decided not to look at myself anymore for I could not do anything about it and time passed by. I took a hair tie inside my purse, in case I got tired of my long hair I would tight it in a pony-tail. So then, I got out.

I took the elevator down to the garage trying not to look at the horrible mirror in its interior, which has the gift of multiplying your defects per 25, for instance, a pimple looks so evident that when you get down it is the only thing you see.

I tried to entertain myself looking for the car’s key and I got it, I could get down without looking at the mirror, but I was unable to find the key and to get back home.

I searched in every place where I could have put them and I did not find anything. I searched for the extra key, but I could not remember where I had hidden it, for emergency cases. I felt so stupid and annoyed that I was not capable of thinking. Time past and I had less than half an hour left.

I called my brother, who had just got his driving license and used my old car. I had parked it near, so he would arrive in less than five minutes. He waited for me to give me the key and, without explaining him anything, even though he did not ask for an explanation because he knows me and knows it is better to leave me in peace, I got into the car and left without looking behind. I would thank him latter.

I got to the first traffic light and, as usual, it was red. I had a huge car next to me and, since I was used to my new car, which was taller than a Renault Laguna, the car I was driving, all the cars seemed tall, so I just stared at them. It was in that moment when I saw him, a dark-skinned man, with sexy hair and a dark suit, who stared at me.

A few minutes before, I was talking to myself, cursing the traffic light as if it would listen to me. I suppose he heard me or saw my wild gestures when it turned red. It was evident that this was the case due to the silly smile he had in his face. He was surely commenting it to his companion partner, for I saw a little head trying to look at me behind the driver’s seat. I then saw the shoulders and the rest of the half of the body, which dragged over the copilot. The scene must have been very funny to make such an effort.

The person on the other side was a young woman. Under no circumstances was it possible to confuse her with a young man.

Her huge breasts appeared through the window, as the sexy dark-skinned guy slipped in the seat so that she could see me. Loud laughs were heard from both due to a hilarious comment, which I could not hear.

The traffic light turned green and I was so nervous in addition to what I had just seen, so my anger raised too much. I showed them a finger, in a vulgar gesture, as I pressed the accelerator and quickly left.

Me, the calm, elegant lady, was acting like a lory driver or a low-class lady. I felt shame of myself after the gesture I had made with my finger, but I was so angry that my body needed it.

I pressed the accelerator because if I managed not to be stopped by many red traffic lights, I would still have time to get there. I would risk being punished by a fine, but the meeting was worth it, since I could be ascended if my project was accepted, something of which I was completely sure, and my life would completely change. It was the same for me to be punished with one or two fines, and I did not care about the points I would be discounted.

I managed to pass the yellow light two times as I pressed the horn louder each time and constantly. I raised the speed dodging between the cars, as if I was playing a race. If the police caught me, I would be in trouble.

The third traffic light was huge and very red, the reddest I had ever seen. I could not skip it and started to lower the speed. In that moment, I saw him.

The car of the first traffic light was just behind me, and got by my side in the same position. As it became closer, I saw him lower the window and so did I.

The sexy dark-skinned guy was not stupidly smiling anymore. He looked angry. Maybe he was sensible and felt offended by my gesture.

It is better not to exactly tell what happened afterwards. To sum up, I saw him speak, but was unable to understand anything. The phrases did not have sense. He said something about a plaque, a claim, that he had the license plate and a recording of my race along the avenue. I could understand that.

My annoyance was getting stronger and I noted that my blood raised to my head, to then fall down to my feet, extremely fast. Minutes passed by and I would lose my opportunity to be ascended.

I got out of the car and was surprised not to be wearing the seatbelt. Hurries are not good at all. The dark-skinned guy opened a card while he kept on shouting as his companion complained. I could not understand what she said. I only heard her non-stop and disgusting screams.

I got closed to him and took the card from his hands. I threw it with anger to the other side of the street. He was very handsome, with beautiful green eyes that contrasted with his hair and skin. It was almost like a dream. I could see them clearly because he opened them, surprised about what was going on. I had no time to hit him because he reacted and held my hands as he tried to get out of the car. He got out.

He was tallish. Not even wearing high heels would I reach him. The battle was already lost so I did not try it. My arms fell in a sign of surrender. It was such an absurd situation that I almost offered my wrists for him to arrest me.

The woman kept on shouting louder and faster than before from inside the car. We both turned around and told her to shut up. I told him another thing, but I do not recall what.

He put his hand inside his jacket and took a wallet, opened it and there it was, a great and bright policeman plaque. I raised my arms and offered my wrists.

He funnily smiled again.

People were gossiping and a friendly hand retuned the card to the dark-skinned policeman, which was surprisingly wet. It was months since it had last rained.

He took another one from the car and asked for my personal information. When he became aware of the fact that we were interrupting the traffic, it was a real mess. We parked the cars aside, and as the police of the city tried to solve that traffic jam, I calmly filled my claim in a terrace.

It was all lost, so I kept calm, made myself a pony-tail and answered every question. There was a time in which he set aside one of my rebel curls from my face, something which surprised both of us.

We quickly finished since it was a matter of completing papers with personal data, just before the traffic jam was solved. I got into the car and as I left, I saw him making signs to me, what was we saying? Goodbye?

I went to the meeting, at least to apologize for not being able to be there on time. It was already too late, so I calmly parked the car and made my way to the meeting room.

I was very surprised to find all of them at the door, drinking coffee. The meeting was adjourned because half the councils were not there, since they were stacked at the city center. I still had a chance.

A couple of days latter, I received the fine. It seemed like the end of month shop of a big family.

INFRACTIONS:

  • Speed excess and dangerous driving in the city center, aggravated by the fact that you are an inexperienced driver (the car had a plaque on the back window)-
  • Passing two yellow traffic lights, with the consequent danger for the rest of the drivers.
  • Making obscene gestures to another driver.
  • Driving without wearing the seatbelt.
  • Getting out of the car interrupting the traffic in a busy hour. Provoking a traffic jam that took hours to be solved.
  • Making aggressions to a police officer and destroying the evidence.
  • Being aggressive to a citizen, who was calmly having a drink at a terrace and was hit by a card that spilled her drink, breaking the glass and getting her hand hurt with the glass.
  • Calling a police officer “plastic breast woman”.

MITIGANTING CIRCUMSTANCES OF THE INFRACTION:

  • Being so pretty, fresh and wild.
  • Having such a messy hair and so charming and revel curls.
  • My partner deserved what you said, for she is what you said.
  • I had not laughed for a long time ago.
  • You will have to pay the fines, but I would like to invite you to have dinner. My phone number is XXXXXXXXXX (it appears like this for security reasons hahaha).
  • You will receive the real fine in a couple of days.
  • I am really looking forward to receiving your answer.

 

Yours sincerely – (XXXXXXX also for security reasons).

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