I'm Building a Wagon... 

Kat

 

It was a Saturday afternoon and I had just gone for a power walk. I was swishin and groovin around my neighborhood for over 25 minutes and I needed to wet my whistle. I got a spot at “Cheers to You” and made myself comfortable stretching out my calves and sipping on a Gin and Tonic. Something about the electrolytes.

 

I saw two men wearing white button down, short sleeve shirts and the cleanest black slacks I’d ever seen! From what I could hear they were tour guides at the Church History Museum. They were drinking sparkling water with lemon. They were on their 5th glass each.

 

Bushy Brows: Did you know that  Brigham Young wanted the streets wide enough that a wagon team could turn around without "resorting to profanity.

 

Nice Teeth: I’d heard that! How far we’ve come, huh? The only wagons riding these streets are station wagons. I wouldn’t mind a nice Oregon Trail style conestoga rumbling down the boulevard though, that’s for darn sure.

 

Bushy Brows: OK. I’m glad you feel that way, because I have to tell you...I’ve been building a wagon.

 

Nice Teeth: (Spits out a mouthful of seltzer) What?! You’ve been making my dreams come true and you didn’t even tell me?!

 

Bushy Brows: I didn’t know they were your dreams too my friend! I have everything done except for the cover. I need a cover. A wagon isn’t going to be useful without a cover. I tried a bed sheet...too thin! I tried my mother’s table cloth, she got mad!

 

Nice Teeth: I know just the thing! Sail cloth! We’ll head out to the lake-

 

Bushy Brows: What lake?

 

Nice Teeth: You know… the.. um… the… dangit! Where can we find a sailboat in this town?

 

Bushy Brows: No, No. I got it...a look. We’ll buy a loom and make it ourselves! We just need yarn! String? Oh gosh. I’ve gotten so excited that I can barely make sense anymore. I just wanted that wagon.

 

Nice Teeth: Maybe it’s a wagon that’s going topless? Or should I say- a convertible? A T-top even? Something fun and fresh for the summer months?

 

Bushy Brows: A tent. I need a tent. Like a real one made out of animal skin. It’s the only way to make this authentic.

 

Nice Teeth: Easy- I know a Native American fellow who trades in those very things! He’d certainly give us a discount and maybe we could all get a bite to eat and watch a movie and take a walk together! I… really like this guy.

 

Bushy Brows: Giddy up.

 

And off they went. On to take on the world. Go get em’ boys! I was inspired to round my 25 minute power walk up to a clean half hour.