"Excuse me sir?" A tall well dressed man said.
"Yes" replied another man, this one much more bored than the first.
"I'd like to hold a protest!" The tall man said. At this he also slammed his briefcase down on the desk.
"Oh, sorry." The tall man said, and lifted his briefcase, and checked the desk for scratches or dents. Not seeing any he put the briefcase back down, more carefully this time.
The bored man raised his head from the nothing he was previously paying attention to, and addressed this new nothing with the same amount of energy and fervor he did anything.
"Yes. A protest then?" the dreary man asked.
"Ah!" The tall man said. He opened his briefcase, produced a number of sheets of paper and began to read. "The recent actions of this administration have severely impacted the every-man'a ability to—"
"I'm going to stop you there." Said the bored man. He was beginning to shed his boredom, because in fact stopping people right there was one of his favorite things to do.
"Let me stop you right there." He repeated. It's a magical phrase. Let me stop you. People always do. They'd have to be crazy, or deranged to not allow such a polite interruption.
"I hate to be the one to bring this up." Said the now slightly amused man. Also, point in fact, he absolutely did not hate bringing this up. He loved being the one, and bringing things up.
"But the city is quite busy this week, what with the upcoming festivities, and I was wondering when you wanted to protest?" The increasingly amused man said.
The tall man lowered his papers and rested them atop his briefcase. "Oh. Well, our group was thinking Wednesday the 24th. At 8:00pm. Pete, he's one of our members, he said you need a permit for this sort of thing." The tall man spoke highly of Pete.
"Ah, yes. Right Peter was. Why, if we allowed protests without permits, what would the ambulances do? What if there was a real emergency? And people blocked is path for 'politics'? So yes, a permit is required. Right Pete was." The actively pleased man was getting up out of his chair. His seat rolled back as he stood and began striding towards a filing cabinet. "Let me see if we have any for Wednesday at 6:00pm." He said.
"Oh, no it's actually —"
"Again, let me stop you right there." The pleased man said. He then paused while pretending to rummage through papers in the filing cabinet. In fact it was empty. It was supposed to be picked up for disposal. But, you can pretend to rummage without any filing cabinet, so it worked just as well.
The tall man indeed let himself be stopped again.
After some time the getting-giddier-by-the-minute man followed up. "No, I'm afraid our only permit available this week is for 9:00am Tuesday morning. South Ave around 42nd street. Approximately half an hour." He closed the filing cabinet and skipped back towards his desk.
He did not realize he was skipping. Or that he began to smile.
He sat in his chair and began typing on a computer. Or, well he typed on a keyboard, not the computer itself. That would have looked very silly. He would have seemed entirely incompetent, clicking or tapping away on a computer itself. But, it was a keyboard, so it was fine.
He did not realize he was skipping. Or that he began to smile.
He sat in his chair and began typing on a computer. Or, well he typed on a keyboard, not the computer itself. That would have looked very silly. He would have seemed entirely incompetent, clicking or tapping away on a computer itself. But, it was a keyboard, so it was fine.
The tall man's shoulders slumped. "I don't think. But we work Tuesday. I can't get off work. And that just won't do!" The tall man was beginning to get angry. Or, beginning to think he aught to get angry. He did not let it show outwardly. That's how they win, when you're angry. He'd never been kicked out of a building, or arrested, and he surely didn't want to start now.
The giddy man leaned back in his chair and looked at the tall man for the first time. The tall man had proud green eyes, broad shoulders, and may have been intimidating had the giddy man noticed any of his features before now.
The giddy contented man began, "Now listen, we're not without a heart. It's clear that you're really quite displeased with —"
The giddy contented man began, "Now listen, we're not without a heart. It's clear that you're really quite displeased with —"
"Quite!" The tall man interrupted.
"Yes, quite displeased, don't interrupt me." The beaming man said.
"Yes, sorry, continue." The tall man allowed.
"Quite displeased with this administration, and we want your voice to be heard. Again though, we have everyone's safety to consider. Think of the ambulances. What if they had to reroute, and someone got hurt? Or police couldn't get to a crime scene very quickly? Why that's what we have roads for, for the police and for the ambulances!" The happy go lucky man was on a roll.
He continued, "So, what I can do for you, is this. Next Sunday at approximately 9:00am I can give you and your group 45 minutes on 1st Ave by the library. And, I know that it's not by the courthouse, but tell me, have you any megaphones? Or crossing guards?" The ecstatic man was barely holding back jumping in the air and clicking his heels.
"Megaphones? Why. I don't think so. Should I?" The tall man asked.
"Ah, yes very much so! Again, because you've so impressed me with your civil passionate plea, I can do this. Let me throw in a few megaphones and crossing guards, and that way you can have a catchy chant for social media. That will catch on, they always do. Can't go viral without a chant I always say. Then the crossing guards —"
"Excuse me, but what would I chant —" the tall mans interrupted.
"Again!" The tall mans interruption was interrupted. "Now I really must stop you right there. Here I was going out on a limb for you with city megaphones. That's city property. We don't just go giving that out to any hooligans! And you interrupt me again about a chant? Do I look like a lyricist?" The gleeful happy upbeat joyous man clapped his hands in a single loud burst.
"Well, if this is how you'll act you'll get no crossing guards and only one megaphone!" He bounced while he spoke, louder and more powerful.
The tall man looked chastised, he kept opening his mouth to apologize, but the incredibly peppy man wasn't giving him any opening.
"So. With that I grant you this permit for Sunday at 9:00am, with one megaphone. Be here 15 minutes early to receive the megaphone. Thank you for your concerns and taking action for the betterment of our city." He handed the tall man a small slip of paper. If the tall man had time to read it, well. He didn't. So it doesn't matter. He assumed it was a permit.
"Now, you'll excuse me. I have a lunch meeting. Close the door on your way out." The happy nearly spastic man could have walked out of the office without perturbing the tall man, but loved the most when people excused him for things that were generally inexcusable. He giddily thought about how amazingly easy it was to get someone to excuse him for being quite rude, simply because he said they should.
He was skipping out of the office, bumped into the tall man and knocked his briefcase over. "Again, you really must excuse me, it's just that I'm very late, I spent so much time helping you that I didn't even notice." The happy man skipped out of the office.
"Oh. No, thank you." The tall man said to an empty office.
The tall man stood up a little straighter. He felt like he had accomplished something today, and thought how to tell the group about the megaphone. Would this impress Pete? The group would be so happy, and wonder how he tricked the city into giving out a megaphone for the protest. He closed the door on his way out.