when my wife (Ferrara) was waiting for her heart transplant, we had a wheelchair to ease the strain when going to check-ups at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore...after one check up we came out, went to the van, I got her in, loaded the wheelchair, and started home, planning to stop at friends house to visit & rest for awhile...got out, unloaded the wheelchair, and looked in vain for the detachable foot rests, which I had left under a tree in the hospital parking lot!...Only took me an hour to go back for 'em....

(have this sort of new joke in the house as we age, our failing memory (CRS syndrome) is a valuble aid in our exercise program....the more you forget, the more running up & down stairs you do...*wry grin*)