20.12.11 (for Nare)
There is a man standing next to me in the bar.
He is on his mobile phone.
“Let’s make the deal. Let’s make the deal,” he keeps repeating.
He says something about needing to bring the papers and something about a flight and staying for a week somewhere.
He is serious.
He is well dressed and wears a golden wedding ring.
He places his other hand on the bar while continuing to negotiate how many days he will spend somewhere.
“When do I go back?” he continues asking.
“I need to work whether you like it or not. It’s as simple as that. Without discussion.”
(He has a Dutch accent.)
“I cannot leave without the papers for two and a half weeks.”
Then he says ‘New York’, ‘January’ and something about a position he needs to take whether someone likes it or not.
Then come some more words like ‘Paper’, ‘Flight’, ‘Christmas’ and ‘New Year’.
I think to myself that this guy is retarded. Whether he likes it or not.
He gets more and more angry and says he can over-bridge a week but not two weeks.
I wonder to myself if this guy is maybe just talking to himself. Maybe there is nobody else on the other side of the line.
Maybe he is just pretending so that nobody thinks he is alone.
The conversation seems to reach an end. Both sides agree that the guy comes without the papers.
All this about some papers. This guy means business. That’s for sure. He listens to the other guy a bit about the option of no papers and he points to Nare that is the bartender and hints for a new glass of beer.
This man is full of shit. ’Magazine’, ‘Mexico’ and ‘Television’ are the next words that he says.
He takes a sip from the beer and says “Anyway, I’m going to take the papers and two laptops.”
He has gel in his hair. His hair is pulled backwards.
“So the deal here is no papers and leave (sometime) in January or take the papers and leave (some other time I don’t hear).”
Then comes ‘New York’ and ‘Nairobi’.
“I need to be back in my office again on the 9th of January.”
I think to myself that I should just say to the guy: “Listen man. You cannot sit here on the bar and talk business the whole fucking time. Make the fucking deal and get on with your beer. Are you retarded? Are you seriously retarded or autistic? How can you be living like this man? This is sick. You are sick. Your life is sick. Your watch is sick. Your big fat white fingers are sick. Your mobile is sick. The way you talk is sick. Your whole fucking brain is sick.”
As his words come out of his mouth, I put words on the paper. Maybe my notebook pages are the papers he is talking about? Maybe I’m writing on the papers he needs in order to close the deal? Maybe I’m keeping him from signing the contract?
I look into his bright blue eyes.
His fine glasses are slightly tilted on his nose.
He looks sharp.
He looks like he knows what he is talking about.
He looks like everything is under control.
After about 15-20 minutes of talking on the phone he still hasn’t reached an agreement with the other person on the phone.
Then he says “Having said that,” and repeats the date 7th of january for the eleventh time.
His way of talking is abrupt, cut and with a bass tone.
Then he scratches his penis or balls and notices that I notice that.
“The bottom line is,” he says and then goes onto another round of negotiations with the guy.
He says “2 weeks..3 weeks..what?”
I decide to finish my beer and leave when I finish it.
I finish my beer and hear him say “You are talking a language I don’t understand.”
I decide to give up with this guy. Just stop paying attention to him. I take out some money, pay my beers and leave.