Reggie’s Sense of Humour
During Reggie’s years in Toronto in the early 2000s, I was living in San Francisco but occasionally had the opportunity to visit him. My wife and I tried to help where we could, including buying him a laptop so he could write, learn new programs and continue educating himself.
Despite the difficulties he was dealing with, Reggie’s sense of humour was never far away. If you called him and reached his answering machine, you might hear something like this:
Reggie’s Answering Machine Message
to receive verbal abuse – press 1;
to make a racist remark – press 2;
to adopt a puppy – press 3;
to get directions to the nearest liquor store – press 4;
to donate blood – press 5;
to confess your sins – press 6;
for information on how to deposit money into my bank account – press 7;
to arrange a discrete private visit with a clergyman – press 8;
to be forwarded to the gay and lesbian hotline – press 9;
to volunteer for medical experiments – press 0