Do UFOs Exist?. Juan Moisés De La Serna

traffic jam, and I didn’t want it to happen here. I got on the sidewalk to continue my journey, with such bad luck that there was a motorcyclist nearby and of course he saw me. I did not stop when he told me, and I went quickly to the hospital, and the motorcyclist had come behind me in order not to let his prey escape. At the hospital door, they had taken out the woman and took her to the emergency room. She was about to give birth and the guard fined me for not having, gentlemen, you will not believe it…

      — Why not? Go on, go on, it was because you did not stop — Peter said, very interested in the conversation.

      — No way! — said the taxi driver, smiling —. For not having taken the handkerchief out the window, to warn that it was an emergency.

      — And that was it? And they didn’t forgive you? — I asked, puzzled, because I understand that in such circumstances, you can raise your hand a little.

      — No, sir, because they told me, that if we, the professionals behind the wheel, do not follow the rules, who is going to comply with them? Next time, I had to remember the rules so that this does not happen again. Luckily, it did not happen anymore. Well, until now, you never know what happens on a day-to-day life, because each one presents itself differently.

      — And how could you not have looked for something calmer? — my friend suddenly asked the taxi driver.

      — But what do you tell me? This is vocation, and not everyone has it. What would I do in a store or an office all day? It would be impossible for me, as my wife says, “You spend the whole day in the taxi. Can´t you ever rest?”

      — Well, she’s right, because driving in the city has its problems, and doing it every day must be tremendous — Peter said very seriously.

      — Well, depending on how you look at it, I’ve had five kids. Well, now they are older, but when they were little, there was no one who could be at home. When I did not have one of them crawling on my legs, there was another crying, because he wanted his bottle, and look at it. I can be working in the taxi as many hours as you want, but children, I have no patience, what will I do? — The man was saying entertainingly, as if he were with two friends, as he continued driving.

      — Hey sir! Where are we going? — I asked him at that time, since we were going through a factory that I had never seen in my life.

      — I’ve already asked the gentlemen, if they let me choose where to go — he replied, smiling at me —. You know, so many years in this, one knows the shortcuts and as I have been told that you are in a hurry, that is why I have taken this road. The landscape is not very beautiful because it is the industrial area, and people do not usually come here for a walk because they do not know this place, but we shorten a few kilometers and that is what matters to us at the moment.

      — There is one thing I would like to do if we have a little time left — I told them.

      — The what? — Peter asked, puzzled —. How do you say that we will have plenty of time if we don´t have enough time?

      — Well, I’ll have a coffee, even if it’s fast, since I haven’t had breakfast yet, and I am noobody without the morning coffee, but well, I’ll try to hold on as much as possible.

      — You are one of mine! — said the taxi driver, laughing —. I understand you. It would be good for me to have one too. As soon as I see a gas station, while we fill the tank, that I don’t want to stay on the road due to lack of provisions, we take it, do you think?

      — Sure! Let´s do what you say as you are the boss, that’s why you have the wheel.

      Already silent, we had been more than half an hour, when suddenly the driver said:

      — Get ready!

      I, who was half asleep, asked him absent-mindedly:

      — Prepare for what? Have we arrived there? How long have I fallen asleep?

      — No! — said the man, laughing out loud —. Arrived? Get ready to have a coffee, that soon we have a stop to refuel.

      We got to the gas station, and the three of us got off. The taxi driver kept ordering the gasoline and we went to the cafeteria.

      — Ask me for a single long one! — we heard him say loud to us to listen.

      — Okay! — Peter said, turning around.

      We entered the gas station´s cafeteria, it seemed that all the drivers had agreed to stop for coffee, because the bar was full of people, so we stayed in a second row waiting for our turn. We saw that the taxi driver who entered was going to the end of the bar, and he was waving at us. When we arrived he had already asked for his coffee and the waiter was leaving to put it on, but he said:

      — Wait! Put something on these two friends too.

      We both ask the same thing, so as not to complicate matters, and we wait, while the man said:

      — This place is for drivers, so we don’t have to wait that long — and he almost ran away.

      The waiter came with the three coffees. We looked at each other and after paying for them, we went to a table, to be a little wider. After a while the taxi driver returned saying:

      — Excuse me, but I have gone to call a relative of mine, to tell her not to wait for me to eat. She has always told me “Honey, if you are not going to come to eat on time, let me know so I do not put your food in the table, which then gets cold”.