We recently advertised a sofa we no longer had use for through the usual channels. As Heartpoet has a big work van he also offered in the advert to deliver the sofa (for a modest fee) if required.
A young man phoned to enquire re the sofa. He was most excited re the prospect of a 'new' sofa. I could tell from speaking to him that he was intellectually disabled. When Heartpoet delivered the sofa to the young man (greatly reduced the price and waived the delivery fee) he was greeted by the smiling young man and his posse of mates (neighbours from the assisted living block).
One young man of Indian descent with a similar disability took a real shine to Heartpoet. Wanted a bundle of Heartpoet's business cards so he could personally hand them out to all the residents. He has since taken to phoning Heartpoet daily for a natter. Important men's business. Wants Heartpoet to hunt him down a red leather sofa for fifty bucks. Has put in a request also for a chrome bmx - a broken one that he can work on and fix up. He also desperately wants to work for Heartpoet - doesn't matter what it is doing, just so he can spend time with him. He has difficulty understanding that Heartpoet for the most part has a job and that the distribution side of things with the big 2 tonne yellow fiat van (incl farmers markets etc.) is/was a side line. In his minds eye he has Heartpoet pictured as a second hand furniture delivery dude and has himself pegged as his potential side-kick. So the daily calls usually involve him peddling his 'joint business' related ideas hoping Heartpoet will say yes.
Today's call took the cake. After discussing world events, each others day, getting an update on how Heartpoet was progressing re the red leather sofa and chrome bmx bike, wanting to know if Heartpoet had warmed to his business partnership idea etc. he then wanted to know did Heartpoet have a good woman in his life...a wife? Heartpoet said indeed he did! The young Indian man was most excited about that. He next asked Heartpoet did he like/appreciate a good curry? Heartpoet said he did indeed and questioned was he going to make him one? To which the young Indian man convulsed in fits of laughter and said no he was a terrible cook, a shocking cook in fact but he craved a good curry and perhaps Heartpoet's good wife could make him one????!!!!
*Heartpoet is on the hunt for a "red leather sofa - for fifty bucks" and a "broken chrome bmx bike".
**I am googling authentic indian curries.
***Re the request for a red leather sofa for fifty bucks - the old saying 'someone tell the poor love (the young Indian fella) he's dreaming' springs to mind. However Heartpoet is determined to deliver. "Where there's a will there's a way" - he says. I love that about Heartpoet!
*Update - there must be a little magic in the air today methinks! Pop back in tomorrow for an update re what's gone down since this blog post went live!*