(It is my duty to report that the following story is true,
except names were changed to protect the guilty and to make the story funnier.)
Now that Christmas is upon us and spirits are aglow, it’s
the perfect time to pass down a true cripple tale about Halloween. This tale
was told to me by my longtime cripple friend and comrade, Liza Minnelli (Smart
Ass Cripple alias).
Twas Halloween night, many moons ago. Liza Minnelli was but
a wee college freshman. She lived in a dorm. Liza Minnelli was truly excited
because as everyone knows, dressing up and acting crazy on Halloween is the
whole point of going to college.
Liza Minnelli’s Halloween party buddies for the night were
her quadriplegic friend, Sylvester Stallone (another Smart Ass Cripple alias)
and his girlfriend, Cher (one last Smart Ass Cripple alias). Cher was the lone
vert (which is short for vertical, which is slang for a person who can walk). And,
being broke-ass college students, they all had to create homemade, no-budget
costumes out of whatever they had in their closets and medicine cabinets. So
they all dressed as vampires—black clothes, powder in their hair to make it
white, black makeup smudged around their eyes, red nail polish streaked near
the corners of their mouths to look like dripping blood, plastic fangs.
The big Halloween street party was in the big town, about 15
miles away. So Liza Minnelli and her friends rented one of the campus
lift-equipped cripple vans. Sylvester Stallone sat in back in his wheelchair.
Liza Minnelli boosted herself up into the front passenger seat and Cher stowed
Liza’s wheelchair in back with Sylvester Stallone. Cher drove.
Next our three heroes stopped at a grocery store for munchies.
They all got out and shopped. Then they all loaded back into the cripple van
and headed for the big party in the big town.
As luck would have it, when they arrived at the big town
they found a prime parking spot right near Halloween party central. Liza Minnelli
was feeling full of the Halloween spirit. Cher stepped out of the van and
opened the side door. And then she said, “Oh shit!” She laughed a nervous that
belied the look of embarrassed shock on her face. “I forgot your wheelchair!” she said to Liza Minnelli.
“I must’ve left it in the parking lot of the grocery store!”
Liza Minnelli was panic-stricken! I mean, she couldn’t walk
a lick. Never could. What was she supposed to do, walk on her knuckles like an orangutan? So Cher hustled off to find the nearest payphone to call
the store. She returned with good news and bad news. The wheelchair was safe
and sound. But the store was closing so there was no time to go get it. And
even if there was, driving all the way there and back would leave a lot less
time to party and that was unacceptable.
So now what? Where could one possibly find a wheelchair on
such short notice? They all pondered in silence. And then Sylvester Stallone
said, “Hey! How about a hospital?”
What a brilliant idea!
So they set out in search of a hospital, asking pedestrians along
the way. And soon, there it was—a big beautiful hospital! They circled the
hospital slowly in the cripple van, casing the joint out. And then, as if from
the heavens, there appeared through the hospital windows a secluded corridor
full of empty wheelchairs! Now was their chance! Cher scooped up Liza Minnelli
and carried her into the hospital. She plopped Liza Minnelli down into a
wheelchair with an I.V. pole attached and the hospital name stenciled on the
back.
But then they encountered a man wearing scrubs. The man saw
the two women dressed like pseudo vampires and said, “Hey, where are you going
with that wheelchair? That’s hospital property!”
Cher thought fast! She said, “Oh um, my friend here was just
discharged! I’m just taking her to my car.”
Fortunately for Liza Minnelli and Cher, the man in the
hospital scrubs was either a) a trusting soul who believed in the innate goodness
of all humans or b) busy. Because the man turned and left. So Cher sped out of the hospital with Liza Minnelli in the hot wheelchair, tossed them both into the
cripple van, hopped behind the wheel and peeled out.
And so Halloween was saved! Liza Minnelli got to party after
all in a hospital wheelchair with an I.V. pole. And the next day she was reunited with her own wheelchair. The hospital wheelchair
was never returned. Instead it lived a long and happy life at the dorm. The
students found many good uses for it, such as drag racing and toting kegs.
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Funny! Keep up the good work. S.A.C.! Have a Happy New Year.
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