Bankers

I put my phone on the desk and he asks, is that a blackberry? I look at it. It looks like a blackberry. It has blackberry written on it. It is a blackberry. Yes, I tell him, it is a blackberry. I've got a Nokia, he says. Ok, I say. I was thinking of getting a blackberry, he says. Can we just get on with this? I think. I'm not sure, he says. Outside they're shooting a music video and the band stand round in haircuts, smoking. It shouldn't be much longer, he says. I drink some of the watery brown liquid the machine squirted out as I waited. Is it good at emails, he asks. It's fine, I say. The system says it was the 23rd, he says. Great, I tell him and pull on my coat and leave. The system; you're nothing but a number, and sooner or later your number's gonna be up. As I'm walking down the street, whatever his name was comes running out the door holding my blackberry. You forgot your blackberry, he says, all out of breath and panting. I notice his badge, Chris it says. Thanks man, I tell him and walk away. Everyone's part of the system, just playing a different game.