It lasted only for a few seconds. We came out into the parking lot and headed for the car, it was time to begin the journey home. We decided that I'd roll to the car rather than have Joe drive over to where I was sitting. It wasn't far and there wasn't much in the way of snow or ice. Joe held on the to the back of my chair while I pushed. He said that he wanted to make sure I didn't slip, I think he was using the chair as a walker to protect against an icy fall, such is the way of couples - each living the same experience, each with a different story to tell.
Anyays, I hit a patch of ice and because we were on a slight downward slope and because Joe wore shoes without too much grip, we began to slide, me in my chair, him holding desperately on behind me. I filled with fear, the kind of delightful 'I know that this could end disasterously but it's still wildly fun' kind of fear. As such, I began to laugh, this set Joe off and he started laughing too.
We may have only slid four or five feet but it seemed that we were sliding forever. When we came to a stop, a graceful one at that, we noticed that a couple of boys had stopped to watch. I looked over to them and said, 'That was fun.' The one nearest us said, 'You get to ride in that chair all the time?' I nodded.
'Awesome,' he said.
'Awesome,' I agreed.
He was off.
In a moment, so were we.