Excuse me

«Excuse me, are you getting on?» «Hi, how are you? What happened, I hadn't run into you! Good grief, so many days over a cold! Yes, I understand, a virus, medicine keeps advancing and so do the plagues.

Did you hear what happened with the young man who always sat in the single seat...?

No, of course, how would you know if you weren't riding, but it was in the paper, though we don't even know his name… Exactly, the one who used to give up his seat for the blonde girl who got on at my stop, so gentlemanly, tidy, kind, do you remember how after a few months they were already coming together by the time I got on? They made a lovely couple, don't you think?

That she's proud, no, she's shy. If you had seen her when she told me what happened. Whether I'm close with her, it's just circumstantial, like with you.

As I was telling you, the other day when they got off at Constitución a young man (he thought she was alone) tried to force her to follow him, he threatened her with a knife. What do you mean the boyfriend did nothing? He grabbed him, threw him to the ground, beat him, because you know, he's a judo instructor. But as they were walking away the wretch stabbed him with the knife and he's in intensive care.

How is he doing? Well, I don't know, the girl didn't get on today. «Driver, at the corner please», I almost missed it, we'll talk tomorrow. Excuse me... Excuse me.»