Picture Mexico City at night: a weary cabbie cruising in his beat-up 1968 VW when a dazzling blonde named Norma flags him down. She is equal parts glamour and heartbreak – mini-skirt, backless dress, a single dark tear – and she is furious at the wealthy lover who just betrayed her. The driver, half-hypnotized by her legs in the rear-view mirror, becomes unwilling accomplice, philosopher and would-be avenger all at once. As the taxi zigzags along Reforma Avenue, cigarettes are lit, confessions spill, and flirtation sparks into full-blown passion on her apartment carpet.
Then comes the curveball worthy of a telenovela. Norma drags him to a bar to expose her cheating man, only for the cabbie to discover that the “other woman” is actually his own wife. From that night on, the betrayed duo keeps up the façade – she still hails his taxi at ten sharp, and both couples continue their clandestine games. With witty wordplay and a catchy Latin pop groove, Guatemalan songwriter Ricardo Arjona turns this snowballing coincidence into a playful meditation on class divides, infidelity and the deliciously twisted sense of humor that destiny sometimes shows.