“Pass the card, that's the fox!”, is often heard in the streets of Santafesinas . The card is the plastic that is scanned at the parking meters located in the corners. The fox is the traffic inspector, who is controlling with a mobile device (don't ask me what it's called) which car is registered and which is not. Laburo screwed the fox . He's banking more than one puteada a day, sure. Besides, the climate of our city is not the most benevolent for a work where you have to walk on the asphalt. The orange is the lady who, in very moving corners that do not have traffic lights, orders a little vehicular and pedestrian chaos .
Both are called that because of the color of their outfits. Apparently, the boys, in the first instance, were “gray foxes”, because with that insult color they are dressed. Then he was a fox alone, just as well.
The naranjitas, whose “serious” name is Women's Transit Brigade , are a body created about 50 years ago by the Municipality of Santa Fe . An orange is very respected. Much more than foxes. Not only because of chivalry towards the female gender, but because their work is truly a help, in a microcenter increasingly difficult to drive.
Instead, the fox... what to say? It must be one of the most hated trades in Santa Fe. After we're re rude to drive and park, these guys are there making fines everywhere. It is very common, in Santa Fe, to hear the complaint that “these from the municipality are collectors. All they do is get money out of you, but the streets are a mess.”
The truth is that, without foxes or naranjitas, those who walk the streets of Santa Fe, practically, would be in the law of the jungle.
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Argentino, nacido en la ciudad de Santa Fe. Licenciado en Comunicación Social, especializado y apasionado por la redacción. Amante de las canciones, los idiomas y la interculturalidad. Me gusta emocionarme con un lindo texto y dejarme sorprender como un niño. Juego a que soy escritor y músico.