On Monday I was sitting on the disabled toilet at uni (one of the perks of having a disability is being able to use the disabled toilets, which are light years cleaner than the gents), staring at the baby change table in front of me. It's one of those ones that drops down from the wall to make a small table.
The instructions were in a series of seven little drawings. The were something like 1, Pull the change table down; 2, Place baby on table; 3, Use straps provided to fasten baby to table; 4, Change nappy; 5, Replace table in the upright position; 6, dispose of the nappy in the bin provided; 7, Don't put the table in the upright position while the baby is still on it. I was so amused that I took a photo of the 7th pictogram. Check out the baby's face!
After I'd finished my business, still chuckling, I washed my hands and saw this written on the hand-dryer:
"I'M GAY AND I LOVE IT"
"THAT IS FABULOUS DARLING"
"But who gives a shit about your sex-life"
admittedly it isn't as funny now that I retell it here, but it was funny at the time. I had to wipe the smile off my face as I left the bathroom, because there is only one type of person who leaves the disabled toilet with a smile on his face...
The next photo was taken at Bondi Junction station. It's a poster that was on the platform which caught my eye. The text is:
There's no excuse for abuse
Some days don't go to plan, but we all have the right to do our jobs without being
- verbally abused
- physically assaulted
- spat on
This struck me as a rather sad indictment on society. Where a sign is needed to tell commuters that that kind of behaviour is unacceptable. Admittedly this probably wouldn't happen if there was a better rail system, but its not the guard's fault that the higher-ups are wankers.
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