�Se dream?� Krohl wanted to make sure his client wasn�t taking about something else as he, Krohl, was quite familiar with what the tabloids usually wrote about this particular person. According to the great psychoanalyst, Sigmund Freud, man is an animal, a very sophisticated animal. His personality is structured by the course of his infantile development, with an emphasis on sexuality. Here, occupying Krohl�s couch, was an almost-perfect specimen of the Freudian theory. The only issue preventing him from being a perfect specimen was the �sophisticated� part.
The client nodded vaguely.
�Do you like your job?� Krohl added.
�Sometimes - nah, most of the time really� but sometimes� things happen��
�Hmm, I see.� Contrary to his words Krohl did not see; his own thoughts were too preoccupied with his wife�s proposition of that morning: roast beef or chicken?
�Yeah, things,� his client repeated.
�And sen you say sings -� Krohl paused in mid sentence to sneak a glance over at his silver wall clock. Fifteen minutes to go. �- you mean��
He left the sentence open for his client to fill in the missing gaps.
�Things,� reiterated his client.
�Ahh, sings,� Krohl said, again pretending to write something down and almost shaking his head, an indication that would have illustrated both sympathy and infuriation. �Sese sings,� he went on. �Explain sem in more detail. For example are sey occurrences, objects�?�
�Yeah,� replied his client.
Krohl again shook his head inside his head. �Vell,� he said, keeping a firm grip on his composure, �vot are sey: occurrences or objects?�
�Both.�
�Please explain,� Krohl requested with a nod.
�Well, last week, when I was in the shower room, someone snuck in when I wasn�t looking and emptied a full box of soap suds onto the floor.�
Krohl nodded, fixing his client with a practiced, indifferent stare that he�d mastered over the years to mask the feelings he might have as result of what he was hearing, whether that be shock, surprise, revulsion, compassion, or in this case, hilarity.
�And then when I got out of the shower looking like a (Krohl�s client used a four letter swear word with the letters ing at the end so turning it into an adjective) ****ing snowman, someone - probably the same (another rude term - this one being two words, the first word being a shortened version of the name Richard and the second rhyming with bed) **** **** - had hidden all the towels.�
A jet, most probably transporting the great unwashed from the slums of the northwest to a similar environment but with sun of incalculable amounts, trailed a course directly above Krohl�s office, rattling the framed certificates on his wall as it did so. His dislike for those most likely occupying the seats of the twin-engine jet climbing towards a five figure altitude stemmed from a long-standing compassion that had existed so long that he had somewhere along the line started to become annoyed at their very existence. If they couldn�t help themselves then why should he care, right? What had nudged his feelings from being merely an annoyance into a definite dislike was caused by their lack of drive; these annual takers of the two week trip to Tenerife were going nowhere and were thrilled to bits about it. Krohl hadn�t been fed by a silver spoon. On the contrary, his family had survived in the slums of Munich, with his father�s measly wage being their only source of income. The only way to get out of the cesspool of life was through hard graft. He�d learnt that the hard way. So then, why had today�s society decided to get double glazing and satellite television fitted into their little area of the cesspool and settle there rather than making the effort to haul themselves out. The answer was simple really: survival. Man really is just a primitive being wearing Nike trainers and a baseball cap. Comparable to earth-drilling equipment the sound of his client�s voice finally bore a hole though his skull, penetrating his thoughts like an unwanted guest at a party. One of those you can only make subtle hints in the hope of getting rid of rather than simply picking them up by the scruff of their neck and introducing a size ten to their posterior region.
�- but no matter how much I complain, the gaffer, he just won�t listen - thinks I�m making it up.�
The racket made by the jets of the passenger aircraft disappeared like all those before. The ticking of the silver wall clock was once again the only source of sound. Six and a half minutes to go. Before client confidentiality was rammed home, the door to Krohl�s office had been a standard, run-of-the-mill, plywood effort. So once upon a time one would have been able to hear the phones ringing quite clearly in his secretary�s office in the next room. Not a very adequate noise conductor. The same then could be said for what could be heard from the other side. Having a padded, noise-proof door installed wasn�t mandatory but, to put it simply, Krohl didn�t trust many people, let alone his money-grabbing staff. With the well-known and downright illustrious that graced the inside of Krohl�s office all it needed was an ear to the keyhole from one of his �under-paid� staff and bam! They were being offered big bucks to relay the fruits of their eavesdropping as to why the soap star was splitting up from his model girlfriend. Some of Krohl�s colleagues and indeed friends had been dragged though the courts for professional negligence. Krohl hadn�t taken the risk.
�Vayne - may I call you Vayne?� said Krohl.
Krohl�s client almost looked around in a Who? Me? kind of way. Evidently the disappearance of the title Krohl had just used had gone with the Pampers. They were well overdue a visit into the advice stage and Krohl had no intention of letting this session overrun.
�Vot I suggest you do is take no notis of vot is happening in shower room. Whoeser is doing sis is hoping to get rise out of you, yah? Vey hoping sat you get angry.� Krohl nodded at his client for confirmation, which was duly provided. �If however, you is not getting angry sen sat will have meant sat ser efforts have amounted to nossing, yah?�