Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
Hey Nostradamus! By Douglas Coupland
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someone who spends her days delivering bad news to people and knows she'll be doing it until her hips<br />
shatter. Casey and Dean had a hushed talk, and then she spoke to me. "Mr. Klaasen, may I ask you why<br />
you've written this on your slip?"<br />
I stood my ground: "Putting more zeroes in front of '1999' doesn't make the year any different."<br />
"Technically, no."<br />
"Look, I hated math as much as you probably did - "<br />
"I didn't hate math, Mr. Klaasen."<br />
Casey was on the spot, but then so was I. It's not as if I'd walked into the bank planning all those extra<br />
zeroes. They just happened, and now I had to defend them. "Okay. But maybe what the zeroes do point<br />
out is that in a billion years - and there will be a billion years - we'll all be dust. Not even dust: we'll be<br />
molecules.'"<br />
Silence.<br />
I said, "Just think, there are still a few billion years of time out there, just waiting to happen. Billions of<br />
years, and we're not going to be here to see them."<br />
Silence.<br />
Casey said, "Mr. Klaasen, if this is some sort of joke, I can try to understand its abstract humor, but I<br />
don't think this slip meets the requirements of a legal banking document."<br />
Silence.<br />
I said, "But doesn't it make you think? Or want to think?"<br />
"About what?"<br />
"About what happens to us after we die."<br />
This was my real mistake. Dean telegraphed Casey a savvy little glance, and in a flash I knew that they<br />
knew about me, about Cheryl, about 1988 and about my reputation as a borderline nutcase - He never<br />
really got over it, you know. I'm used to this. I was furious but kept my cool. I said, "I think I'd like to<br />
close my account - convert to cash, if I could."<br />
The request was treated with the casualness I might have received if I'd asked them to change a twenty.<br />
"Of course. Dean, could you help Mr. Klaasen close out his account?"<br />
I asked, "That's it? 'Dean, could you help Mr. Klaasen close out his account?' No debate? No<br />
questions?"<br />
Casey looked at me. "Mr. Klaasen, I have two daughters and I can barely think past next month's<br />
mortgage, let alone the year two billion one thousand nine hundred ninety-nine. My hunch is that you'd be<br />
happier elsewhere. I'm not trying to get rid of you, but I think you know where I'm coming from."<br />
She wasn't wearing a wedding band. "Can I take you out to lunch?" I asked.<br />
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