One Saturday afternoon, my car pooler looked out his living room window and saw his wife down on her hands and knees working in the yard.  Since she likes doing yard work, he was not surprised to see her outside. She waved at him and he waved back.  He then went back to watching the ball game on TV.

A few minutes later, he glanced out into the yard and noticed her waving at him again.  Since this sort of friendliness seemed out of place, he went outside to see what she wanted.

When he got to her, he discovered that her back had gone out and she couldn’t get up.  She wanted him to go into the house and bring her back a muscle relaxer.  No problem.  He returned a few minutes later with a pill and a glass of water.

She took the pill and waited.  Shortly, she collapsed on the ground.  Her muscles were now relaxed.

Unfortunately, she was too relaxed.  She couldn’t get up.  Now came decision time.  Does he leave her in the yard until the relaxer wears off or does he move her into the house?   Since it would be several hours before it wore off, he decided to  move her into the house.

Now, he himself had a bad back and was not able to lift much, so he couldn’t carry her into the house.  But, being resourceful, he brought the wheel borrow from the garage and laid it on the ground next to her.  Then he pushed her into the wheel borrow and tipped it upright. Volia!   He now had a means of getting her into the garage.

Once he got her into the garage, he tried to slowly dump the wheel borrow just like he was unloading dirt.  Unfortunately, gravity had a bigger force than he had anticipated and the wheel borrow went over in a sudden crash, spilling its contents onto the floor of the garage.

Though she was somewhat shaken by the event, she was OK from the dumping.  Just a little bruised.

Now, the next big task would be moving her up the stairs and into the house.  And while there were only 4 steps, the only way he could move her was to grab her by her ankles and pull.  And so he did.

Once he got her up the stairs, he dragged her into the living room.  He had thought about dragging her up onto the sofa but she protested at the mere mention of the act.  So, he left her on the floor.

Awhile later, the muscle relaxer wore off and she was able to get up and walk again with a little help.  Since she was covered with dirt from the event, she headed upstairs for a bath both to remove the dirt and to sooth her battered body.

While his plan may not have been the best, I do give him an A for effort.