Anxious People(12)
“Hello? Are you going to answer me, or what?” London exclaimed impatiently, and obviously it’s easy in hindsight to think that this was a somewhat poorly considered thing to shout at a masked bank robber holding a pistol, but if you knew London you’d have known that this wasn’t because she was stupid. She was just a miserable person. That was because she didn’t have any real friends, not even on social media, and instead spent most of her time getting upset that celebrities she didn’t like hadn’t had their life together ruined, again. Just before the bank robber came in she had been busy refreshing her browser to find out if two famous actors were going to get divorced or not. She hoped they were, because sometimes it’s easier to live with your own anxieties if you know that no one else is happy, either.
The bank robber didn’t say anything, though, and had started to feel rather stupid by this point, and was now regretting the whole thing. Robbing a bank had clearly been a breathtakingly stupid idea right from the outset. The bank robber was actually on the point of explaining this to London before apologizing and walking out, and then perhaps everything that happened after that wouldn’t have happened at all, but the bank robber didn’t get a chance seeing as London announced instead: “Look, I’m going to call the cops now!”
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That was when the bank robber panicked and ran out of the door.
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Witness Interview (Continued)
JACK: Is there anything more specific you could tell me about the perpetrator?
LONDON: You mean the bank robber?
JACK: Yes.
LONDON: So why not just say that instead?
JACK: Is there anything more specific you could tell me about the bank robber?
LONDON: Like what?
JACK: Do you remember anything about his appearance?
LONDON: God, that’s such a superficial question! You’ve got a really sick binary view of gender, yeah?
JACK: I’m sorry. Can you tell me anything else about “the person”?
LONDON: You don’t have to use perverted commas for that.
JACK: I’m afraid I’m going to have to say that I do. Can you tell me anything about the bank robber’s appearance? For instance, was the bank robber a short bank robber or a tall bank robber?
LONDON: Look, I don’t describe people by their height. That’s really excluding. I mean, I’m short, and I know that can give a lot of tall people a complex.
JACK: I’m sorry?
LONDON: Tall people have feelings, too, you know.
JACK: Okay. Fine. Then I can only apologize again. Let me rephrase the question: Did the bank robber look like the sort of bank robber who might have a complex?
LONDON: Why are you rubbing your eyebrows like that? It’s really creepy.
JACK: I’m sorry. What was your first impression of the bank robber?
LONDON: Okay. My first “impression” was that the “bank robber” seemed to be a complete moron.
JACK: I’ll interpret that as suggesting that it’s perfectly okay to have a binary attitude to intelligence.
LONDON: What?
JACK: Nothing. On what did you base your assumption that the bank robber was a moron?
LONDON: I was handed a note saying “Give me six thousand five hundred kronor.” Who the hell would rob a BANK for six and a half thousand? You rob banks to get ten million, something like that. If all you want is six thousand five hundred exactly, there must be some very special reason, mustn’t there?
JACK: I have to confess that I hadn’t thought of it like that.
LONDON: You should think more, have you ever thought about that?
JACK: I’ll do my best. Can I ask you to take a look at this sheet of paper and tell me if you recognize it?
LONDON: This? Looks like a kid’s drawing. And what’s it supposed to be anyway?
JACK: I think that’s a monkey, and a frog and a horse.
LONDON: That’s not a horse. That’s an elk!
JACK: Do you think? All my colleagues have guessed either a horse or a giraffe.
LONDON: Hang on. I just got a flash in my bud.
JACK: No, stay focused now, London—so you think this is an elk? Hello? Put your phone down and answer the question!
LONDON: Yes!
JACK: Sorry?
LONDON: At last! At last!
JACK: I don’t understand.
LONDON: They are getting divorced!
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The truth? The truth is that the bank robber was an adult. There’s nothing more revealing about a bank robber’s personality than that. Because the terrible thing about becoming an adult is being forced to realize that absolutely nobody cares about us, we have to deal with everything ourselves now, find out how the whole world works. Work and pay bills, use dental floss and get to meetings on time, stand in line and fill out forms, come to grips with cables and put furniture together, change tires on the car and charge the phone and switch the coffee machine off and not forget to sign the kids up for swimming lessons. We open our eyes in the morning and life is just waiting to tip a fresh avalanche of “Don’t Forget!”s and “Remember!”s over us. We don’t have time to think or breathe, we just wake up and start digging through the heap, because there will be another one dumped on us tomorrow. We look around occasionally, at our place of work or at parents’ meetings or out in the street, and realize with horror that everyone else seems to know exactly what they’re doing. We’re the only ones who have to pretend. Everyone else can afford stuff and has a handle on other stuff and enough energy to deal with even more stuff. And everyone else’s children can swim.