Cecilia recently came into an electronic wheelchair, which she agreed to lend us for the festivities. Given that the chair is too heavy to lift, our only option was to walk to her house and ride it back to campus. Andrew sat in it; we discovered that no matter how much you try to alter your posture, in that chair, you're always going to look like Stephen Hawkings. As he operated the chair, gleefully honking the horn for passersby, I held on to the back handles, cruising behind while on roller skates. We were a sight to be seen, even though people had to do their best not to stare. As ridiculous as we looked, with the wheelchair, the possibility of us being legitimately disabled, particularly on a mental level, made laughter too politically incorrect. On our way to school, Andrew suggested we go through Scripps campus to “pick up chicks.” For this portion, I sat on his lap, and together we smiled at all of the sunbathing beauties. Based on the amount of phone numbers we obtained, it must be true what they say: women love two guys in a wheelchair.
Above: Andrew pulls Laki. Photo by Colin.
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