Britt and I were headed home one evening after a date night. I was busy thinking about the serious issues a scientologist had playing an anti-Hitler Nazi officer and wondering how bad it would hurt to put a fake eye in. My thoughts were rudely rattled when I watched an obvious drunk man walking down the middle of the street in a T-shirt (it was 14 degrees out.) Britt and I had a conversation on if we should offer to help him or not.
Britt said it would be the right thing to do and I reminded her that the last time I picked up a hitch hiker, I had to threaten him with a realistic soft air gun until he put down my new fly-fishing reel and got out of my truck. After reminding her of this story, she decided it would not be a good idea to pick up a drunk guy downtown and I decided it might be kinda fun. We went around the block and headed back towards the new adventure.
By the time we got back to him, he had his arm around an older gentleman who was obviously straining under Steve, we find out later Mr. Drunk's name is Steve. I got out to help and was greeted with drunk mumbling and broken English. Steve was asking for a ride to his apartment and the older gentleman was Russian and didn't speak English. His apartment was only about a mile away so I agreed to take him from the bewildered Russian. The Russian man was saying something in Russian and pointing at Steve's leg as we helped (pushed) him in the truck. I went to push his leg and realized it was a prosthetic. The Russian left and I got into my truck that was now infused with a smell of booze, tobacco, and dirty guy.
On the way to drop Steve off we hear the story. While drinking earlier in the day, he slipped and hurt his back. His caretaker/girlfriend called 911 and an ambulance took him to the hospital. He was very pissed about this. He told us he escaped from the hospital and headed home which is where we come in. To this, I had some important questions. Escape is not a word you want to hear from a hitch hiker and especially "from a hospital." I think prison could be worse but I'm not sure. We find out it was a medical hospital, not mental, and the doctors didn't want him to go because he was drunk, had no coat, and would have problems walking down the giant icy hill with prosthetic legs, we find out later that they are both prosthetic. The doctors were right by the way he was shivering and his knuckles were all bloody from falling down the hill.
We finally get to his apartment which is an government assisted living facility. This is an important fact because you have to have a code to get in or have someone let you in, not as easy as you may think. I went to help Steve out of the back seat. He was having problems getting his legs out so I grabbed one and PULLED IT OFF. Yep, I pulled off his F'ing leg. Now what, what the hell do you do? I apologized, I think that is what proper ettiquite dictates after pulling off someones leg.
Now words are not going to do this justice but here goes. Steve tries to roll up his empty pant leg so we can attach the leg back on. He braces himself in the truck sticking his leg out while I try to push the prosthetic on from outside, and of course it won't go back on. I put the leg in the back of my truck on the tool box and we try to get him out with the other leg still attached. You may see this coming but I didn't. I pulled off his other leg.
Now Steve wants me to go to the intercom and call his girlfriend/caregiver and ask her to bring down a wheelchair, she doesn't answer. Now I am suppose to call his friend and ask the same thing, try explaining this situation to a complete stranger over a crappy intercom.
-Your buddy's legs fell off and I can't get him out of my truck, can you bring a wheelchair down?
-I can't, I am more disabled than Steve, I will call ?Debby (Steve's girlfriend_
-I tried, she isn't answering
-I just saw her, I'll get her to come down
-Sounds great
We wait for about 15 minutes just chatting with Steve. He tells us he can get his legs on but he will need to take off his pants, terrific. Britt was out of the truck before he was able to finish his sentence. I grab his legs off the back of my truck and give them to him and ask if he needs any help he said no, thank god. Britt and I are now outside in the 14 degree weather we were helping Steve get out of. 10 minutes after we left Steve in the truck Debby comes out of the building, and she's not very nice.
I share the situation with Debby and she goes to get Steve. She opens the back door and proceeds to get into a yelling match with him. At this point I am done. I go over to the truck, help Steve get his pants back on, and pick him up and go to put him in the wheel chair that Debby brought. He is afraid I am going to drop him and will not let go of the truck, much like the funny videos of trying to get a cat into a sink for a bath. I break him free, put him in the chair, give him his legs and shoes. I say good luck and we went home.
Haha
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