The light leans on the tall office buildings, golden and free.
I am in downtown San Francisco just after 5pm on a Friday in October, wearing a cardboard sign around my neck that says “tell me a story about water.”
A guy in a red tie and black suit stops me in the middle of an intersection. “I have a story about water! I have a story about water!”
We weave our way out of the crosswalk and sit together under an awning.
“I have a rare form of vasculitis and had to have my colon removed,” he begins, looking at me straight on. He takes a deep breath and surges into his story.
“The colon, in addition to being a place for waste, is where most of the water in the body is absorbed,” he inhales sharply, “so it is extremely important that I have access to drinking water at all times––” The businessman makes an exaggerated fainting gesture with the back of his palm over his forehead, “––otherwise I’m flat as a pancake.”
His eyes widen.
“So, in conclusion,” he continues, professional and animated, “water is important for all people, including people with disabilities.”