Dispatch from an advertising future #222

The era of fixing your own phone has nearly arrived


He didn’t look special. Just normal. You could walk past him in the corridor and never notice, sit next to him in class and not really see him. But he was famous. Everyone knew about him, even if they didn’t know him. Whatever you wanted, he was your man. He’d look at you with those blank eyes, nod and tell you to meet him later. He’d sort you out. Everyone had him on speed dial. You never knew when you might need him. They must have known about him and what he was up to. But The Fixer kept going.