Utopía de un jefe ascendido | (ESP/ ENG)

Juan era un jefe común. Era una persona alta, gruesa. Incluso, se podría decir que era barrigón. Pero ojo, su barriga no era adquirida a través de lo inerte, del sedentarismo, ni debido a privilegios por su cargo. Es que su anatomía, su metabolismo, propiciaba que desarrollara esta apariencia, encontrando a no pocos que opinaban diferente al verle.

Juan era uno de esos jefes que no tenían autos. Gestionaba, a pie, los más complejos entramados necesarios de su empresa.
En ocasiones no le quedaba más remedio que acudir a los medios de transporte público de su ciudad. Hasta que un día, se dio cuenta que su salario no le alcanzaba siquiera para cubrir sus necesidades básicas de transportación. Entonces, ocurrió lo que había de suceder hacía ya tiempo.
Juan se reunió con Pedro. Le invitó a tomarse un café. Quería invitarle a beber un whisky, pero no encontró ninguna botella en oferta asequible a su bolsillo.
Pedro y Juan conversaron toda una tarde. Al otro día, de una manera sencillamente absorta, los ciudadanos del pueblo veían cómo, cada vez que montaban en uno de los transportes públicos para ir a trabajar, cada uno de los choferes les devolvía las tres cuartas partes de lo que pensaban costaría el pasaje.
A partir de ese día, Juan fue un poquito más feliz. Ahora el salario le alcanzaba para transportarse. Seguramente, necesitaría dialogar con Andrés o con Gustavo para otras cuestiones.

_{El post y la imagen utilizada son de mi propiedad.}

English version

Juan was a common boss. He was a tall, thick person. You could even say that he was potbellied. But be careful, his belly was not acquired through inertness, sedentary lifestyle, nor due to privileges due to his position. The thing is that his anatomy, his metabolism, encouraged him to develop this appearance, finding quite a few who had a different opinion when they saw him.

Juan was one of those bosses who didn't have cars. He managed, on foot, the most complex networks necessary for his company.
Sometimes he had no choice but to use public transportation in his city. Until one day, he realized that his salary was not even enough to cover his basic transportation needs. Then, what had to happen a long time ago happened.
Juan met with Pedro. He invited him to have a coffee. He wanted to buy him a whiskey, but he couldn't find any bottle on sale that was affordable for his pocket.
Pedro and Juan talked all afternoon. The next day, in a simply absorbed manner, the citizens of the town saw how, every time they rode one of the public transports to go to work, each of the drivers returned them three quarters of what they thought the fare would cost.
From that day on, Juan was a little happier. Now the salary was enough for him to travel. Surely, I would need to talk to Andrés or Gustavo for other issues.

_{The post and the image used are my property.}