Chariots of Fire/ Crashing and Burning
I work back stage in theatre, doing carpentry, lighting, props, etc. For one show we needed a motorized wheelchair. The props master who ordered the chair, for the show was a stunning, blonde bombshell, my attempts at wooing said vixen were actually, for once, going well. Until of course she offered me a spin in the chair. Giddy with child like excitement I said "Really? Awesome! I've always been tempted to push some disabled person out of one of these and take it for a joy ride!" her face settled into a stony glare as she tightly responded "My mother is in one of these things." Dumbfounded my mind raced for a way out, warning lights flashing up like a helicopter hit by an RPG, sweat beaded on my forehead. After what seemed like an age I asked meekly "Were you ever tempted to push her out of it?". I took by her silence the answer was no...
(ShizerKaiser, Wed 22 Aug 2012, 16:27, 1 reply)

So easily done
the last film shoot I was on, there was a wheelchair or two that we turned into flid races...

I was pretending I was Rory Lyon winning the Paralympics, before reality kicked in and I realised I was actually a normal person, so I went over to help out with the pythons, the behind-the-scenes filming and the two glamour models in their pants instead.

...something something Honda Accord something...
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Wed 22 Aug 2012, 19:24, closed)