I was on a tram with Theo last Friday, we were heading in for a weekend stay to celebrate our anniversary. Although sardined between a few people and someone in a motorised wheelchair my thoughts were on my new self and how I was going to celebrate: sit, eat, walk, up, down, sit, sit… I even planned my pacing and took an old handbag (haven’t held one for years!). My thoughts were interrupted, I could hear a phone ringing and someone muffling something, oh hang on… it was the disabled person in the wheelchair.
“My phone’s ringing… can someone get my phone, that’s my phone…”. I finally caught the slightly slurring speech and started looking for the phone, asking for directions but all the same trying not to impose (bit tricky looking under someone’s arm!) Yep, I was uncomfortable. But I found the phone.
“Can you check who called please?” Of course I was going to check, that was an easy bit! When I popped the phone open, I had to report, “You have 64 messages” to which Theo, myself and this gorgeous person burst out laughing (and the one or two people who didn’t have their heads stuck in technology). I checked the last number and reported there was no number left.
“I’ve got to get to work, it might have been work… I have to get to Swanson Street… I sell The Big Issue”. Yes, you read right… and to top it off I was kindly informed, in just a few stops, that I could buy a calendar too! I couldn’t help myself, I asked, “Are you trying to sell me something on the tram?” We all laughed.
I stepped off the tram, obviously we bought The Big Issue, liked it on FB and on Twitter, but I also made a good few notes to myself… here’s one of them;
“BUY THE BIG ISSUE”
Australia’s first & only street paper…