Derrick May was checking out some new tunes in a club before the night kicks off when suddenly a brand-new BMW 7 Series advanced out of the dust cloud towards him.
The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, RayBan sunglasses and YSL tie, leaned out the window and asked the shepherd, "If I tell you exactly how many records you have in your collection, will you give me one?" Derrick looked at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looked at his collection and calmly answered, "Sure." The yuppie parked his car, whipped out his notebook and connected it to a mobile phone, then he surfed to a NASA page on the internet, where he called up a GPS satellite navigation system, scanned the area, and then opened up a database and an Excel spreadsheet with complex formulas. He sent an email on his Palm Pilot and, after a few minutes, received a response. Finally, he prints out a 150-page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized printer then turns to the Derrick and says, "You have exactly 1586 records." "That is correct; take one." said the Derrick. He watches the young man select one of his records and bundle it into his car. Derrick then says: "If I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my record back?" "OK, why not." answered the young man. "Clearly, you are a DJ Agent." said Derrick. "That's correct," says the yuppie, "but how did you guess that?" "No guessing required." answers Derrick. "You turned up here although nobody called you. You want to get paid for an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked, and you don't know crap about my business. Now give me back my slip mats."
