Rolling Stoned
Years ago I worked in town near a homeless shelter, which by some strange coincidence happened to be situated merely a block away from one of the largest liquor shops in town, which naturally sported some collection of shelter guests on property any time the doors were open.
Being driven by food, mostly, I happened to be walking opposite the hooch market en route to lunch when, on hooch side approaching, I notice a wheel-chaired gentleman who appeared to be asleep, rolling his wheelchair up the hill as I am walking down.
Being a people watcher, this of course interested me greatly, and as I near him I begin to see he is muttering to himself with his head down; I also notice that the homeless home-boys further down at the hooch-house also have some interest in him.
About the time we both come directly across the street from each other, he arrives at an alley access way, which in typical fashion, has a gradient and slope necessary to bring curb and street to level. This proved to much for wheelchair Bob, who managed to conquer the challenge of sidewalk to asphalt, only to be bested by the sum of the angle of the hill combined with the asphalt to sidewalk gradient., which immediately renders him tits-up in his chair, mumbling and cursing.
So there I am, the only person around save for the homeless gang at the liquor shop, who are actually enjoying this part of the experience and making no visible effort to assist a man whom I can only assume at this point is there "friend?"
Of course I couldn't just ignore him, so I ran to the opposite side of the road, and as I got closer started noticing this was no small fella, as he was definitely pushing 250-300lbs - a data-point that may explain why his homeys were in no hurry to help.
Once I arrive I asked if he was OK, but he just kept muttering and mumbling. I called that a yes, so I hefted him upright, and rolled him back down the hill so he could work out whatever he needed to with his buddies, who proceeded to give him the "you dumbass" treatment.
Sensing I had re-united a happy family, I continued on my lunch-quest, renewed with a sense of purpose and commitment to my fellow man. Huzzah!
(CasualGovtObserver, Fri 10 May 2013, 4:10, 3 replies)

So, is there "friend?"
I need to know.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 10 May 2013, 9:13, closed)

Did you actaully manage to read that?
I though someone had posted a photo of a breezeblock.
(username failed moderation, Fri 10 May 2013, 11:41, closed)

I won't claim to have understood it.

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 10 May 2013, 13:21, closed)