They departed concrete houses. They nodded at their neighbours. They got into automobiles. They drove places. They got out of automobiles. They went to train stations and bus stops (various). They bought tickets. They listened to sensible songs on their ipods. They were important people, people in grey. Sometimes they wore a tie with a pattern. That was usually a joke. They were jokesters. They were pranksters. They sometimes sent a humorous email. They had a special email folder titled 'humorous', for those. They arrived at offices and had desks with little plastic containers in the top right hand corners. They called out to their secretaries and asked for the business cards to be reordered. They put the cards in the containers. They held their pens importantly at big desks with leather chairs. They nodded sincerely. Sometimes they nodded insincerely.
Then, in the latest afternoons, their brains fell apart, like bits of cake left out in the rain. They went to the train station, or bus stop, and sat next to someone with a crayola face and a bag of tricks. They thought about this person. This person probably rides a scooter on weekends and designs web pages, they thought. This person probably wears green hi-top converse shoes on Casual Fridays. This person probably is very lazy every morning.
