Getting The Run Down

While standing in the checkout line at a local big box store, I couldn’t help but notice the checkout guy. He was awkwardly tall. I couldn’t help but compare his dimensions to the door frame in the background.

Not wanting to ask the obvious question my brain exploded with I wonder questions.

I wonder where he buys his clothes? Does Big & Tall usually cater to more big than tall?

I wonder if he sleeps diagonally on a California King or if he has the pleasure of sleeping on an Alaskan King? If there was ever a person who needed an Alaskan King it was this guy. I wonder if he knows there is such a bed?

I wonder if he has a shower wand? It looks as if he might have to bend over even for that option. I don’t think they have much more than a four-foot reach.

Then I wondered how many times a day random strangers asked him how tall he was? Or how many dry humored rednecks asked, “How’s the weather up there?”

As I approached and exchanged average pleasantries about landscaping bark, he rang up my purchase. As I swiped my card I caught myself speaking out loud. It’s an unfortunate family trait.

I stated, “Ya know what I’m wondering?”

”No, what?”          

“I’m wondering what kind of car you fold into?”

A big smile shot across his face, “No one has ever asked me that before. I drive a Chevy Equinox.” 

I immediately smiled and wondered if it had a sunroof, “Really? Good for you for buying American. Thanks, it’s been nice chatting with you. You have a fabulous day!”

As I left the store, I thought about all the questions I had pondered. I thought about my art and all the questions I wasn’t asking myself that I probably should be. I thought, curiosity is good. I should build on that.

To be continued…

Next week I will take you into the questions I ponder as I create The Diamond In The Rough Cowboy.

Until next time, Create & Release.

Tamara