In my imaginery perfect world, Eonwe pulls into aforementioned handy-spot and leans in to pull out his cumbersome keyboard. Straightens his virile back and spies another keyboardist, just 15 feet away, wheelchair bound, struggling to pull out his cumbersome keyboard.
Their eyes meet. Slowly, each turns his face slightly to the right, to better assess his doppelganger. Each lifts the left eyebrow. “Hmmm… I wonder if he’s any good” each thinks to himself. Then… spell broken, **Eonwe **saunters into the bucket o’ blood and sets up his kit. Satisfied with his efforts, Eonwe charges out to move his car quickly before a more deserving person arrives and finds the spot occupied by a musician.
Only to find the ramp blocked by the wheelchair bound competition struggling to fit a 4 foot wide keyboard through a 36" door.
Left eyebrows arch as each regards the other. The competition considers hobbling Eonwe with his own keyboard stand. Then, as a rainbow forms overhead (double!!) Eonwe lowers himself to one knee, full of contrition, and reaches to assist with the musical burden. But alas! Two bluebirds bearing ribbon beat him to the punch, and busily tote the keyboard indoors whilst whistling tunes of merriment.
**Eonwe **realizes the error of his parking ways, and reaches inside his vehicle, unloosing the parking break. Appreciating the full spectrum of his motility, Eonwe rounds the front of his car, places a strong, capable foot upon his bumper, and shoves with all his vigorous might, rolling his errant vehicle down hill to a deserved fate. As it sinks into the bay, the bubbles sound like absolution.
Scapegoat properly sacrificed and feeling properly chastened, Eonwe looks on as his ride sinks into the bay. He turns, gazes up the handicapped ramp he realizes he will never Biblically know again, and finds it blocked by his adversary, who is having a ciggy and chatting on his celly while smugly nodding self-righteous approval.
Call ended, the Adversary calls out in a concillitory fashion: “Smooth move, Handtruck. We should talk shop. Can I buy you a beer?”
And that, my dear reader, is how Eonwe earned his nickname.