I'm sitting at a bar having a drink on a stool. Next to me is a man having a drink. He falls down. I pick him up. "Bartender, do you know where this mans lives? I'll give him a lift home." He tells me where he lives. I grab the guy, pull him down to the car, put him in the car. He falls down in the back seat. I get to the address they gave me. I pull the man out. He falls down 3 more times. I pick him up each time. I knock on the door. "Mrs. Welser, I brought your husband home." She says, "Where's his wheelchair?