Mr Sand Man

I had an interesting conversation with a man on the bus last night. It happened on the way back from the theatre with Leftwing Idiot and Bunny.

I was safely in the wheelchair space when an elderly man got on and sat on the seat facing me. He seemed to be considering me carefully as I ticced away saying, “Sand” and “Biscuit” After a while he spoke to me.

Mr Sand Man: Why are you sad?

TH: I’m not sad. I’m saying sand because I have Tourettes Syndrome.

Mr Sand Man: Don’t dismiss sand. Sand is a very serious thing. It’s in everything. It’s in the ocean. It’s on the land. It’s in the mountains. It’s everywhere.

TH: It’s in the glass (I tapped the bus window gently)

The conversation continued with Bunny and Leftwing Idiot joining in every now and again. As we reached our stop he said to me: “You’re a very intelligent woman and I want to be with you forever.”

I smiled and said goodnight. As we left the bus he called out, “I love you!”

Nothing about this unusual conversation felt strange – Mr Sandman had been genuinely sincere.

One response to Mr Sand Man

  1. bubble says:

    How lovely! What a nice man 🙂

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