what are friends for?

Remember Chris Harris? Well he's back baby! A few weeks ago he came over for what proved to be a very eventful weekend. In order for you to not think that this is another pathetic Jack-Ass knock-off of pushing somebody in a shopping cart, you have to understand Chris Harris. Chris was in an accident a few years ago and it has somewhat limited his mobility (not in ways that count, ladies!); along with that is the fact that he might be the laziest person I have ever met. Ever. A couple of months ago Chris mentioned to me that his preferred mode of transportation would be some kind of padded wheel-barrow-like device which would allow him to recline while being pushed by a minion. This sounds a hell of a lot like a stroller to me, but to each his own. The first night that he was staying here, Chris wanted to get his drink on and go to the LCBO. The closest liquor store is a good 2 km away, which poses a problem - too far to walk, too short to justify a cab, and the unreliability of the #11 bus negates it as an option. Chris quickly came up with the brilliant idea that we could walk to the store for him. Because I prefer not to do things for other people, this wasn't going to happen. My eyes focused immediately on the shopping cart that was sitting in the corner [for some reason Mike couldn't carry groceries home and he needed to bring the cart here for the next 2 months]. I made Harris a deal: we would walk to the grocery store if he would walk with us. No dice; I was one step closer to my real plan. Knowing there was NO way he could comfortably travel via shopping cart, I proposed we [Adam] would push him. Chris gave it a shot, but as you can clearly see it failed to meet his high standards for comfort:



My first instinct wasn't to help him, but rather to grab my camera and try to take pictures between fits of uncontrolled laughter. Getting him out wasn't an easy ordeal either:



Chris loves booze and he wasn't about to let a few minutes of agonizing pain deter him from his goal. He insisted that his chariot be padded. Once he got in it was on.



Because I was embarrassed carrying my camera I didn't push. Besides, Adam was doing such a good job of it.





Despite the fact that it's blurry, I think this may be the best picture I've ever taken:



After Harris had his alcohol I asked him if it was worth the degradation. He was confused by my question and countered with "why would I be degraded? Adam was the one pushing me." Touché.