Not Recommended for deep soft loose sand/dirt. Industrial and commercial construction sites love our cart because it also doubles as a flatbed cart, dock cart, moving cart to haul gear and equipment.
You can also use these pull wagons as a dolly cart, for moving appliances or use it as a dog dolly, cat wagon, kennel cart pet carrier to haul your pets. Besides being a great indoor wagon to use as a work cart, busboy cart, buss cart, busser cart, housekeeping cart, janitorial cart, hotel cart, teachers cart, shelf cart, tub utility cart, log cart, tool cart, platform cart or luggage cart it also makes a great outdoor cart to be used as a yard wagon, jobsite cart, job cart, farm ranch cart, custodial cart, shopping cart, food grocery cart, grocery wagon, cleaning cart, service cart, lawn utility cart with storage tub. We are all complicit in busboy democracy, whether we want to be or not.This outdoor work utility cart wagon is versatile and has many uses. Through Guenette’s adroit and surprising verse, social critique and quixotic imagery do a double team, and when the main busser dozens us by saying “Your mother was a busboy,” the call-out is complete. Matthew Guenette’s funky, funny collection, American Busboy, isn’t about “the flawed /democracy of lobster tanks,” but it could be if the lobsters were replaced with grumbling busboys and the tank was exchanged for The Clam Shack!, a restaurant that “drags its tired butt, but /never shuts its smack-talk mouth.” In these incisive poems, untouchable waitresses step on the heads of busboys while cultural luminaries like Dorothy, Rilke, and Al Pacino revel in their own busboy aspirations. Sandra Beasley, author of I Was the Jukebox
“The restaurant needed / a spanking all morning,” is the brassy declaration of “National Ice Cream Sandwich Day,” “& would need a good spanking /all summer long.” Using irreverent humor, clever lineation, formal invention, and alliteration worthy of Chaucer, American Busboy cuts to the front of the line for the attention of any lover of fresh, funny-yet movingly vulnerable-contemporary poetry. In this book’s world, “the restaurant /never asked you to /imagine imaginary /things like the brittle / bones of onion rings.” Instead, a manager sticks his hand first in the breader, then the Frialator, just to prove a point on another night, a middle-aged waitress gets taken home via a dirt road. With no apologies and with no mercy, but with an electrifying degree of lyric energy, Matthew Guenette brings the mindset of a stifled serving class to life in American Busboy. David Kirby, author of Talking About Movies with Jesus But aren’t we all busboys? Aren’t we all essential to the hum of daily life? Aren’t we all unsung? Don’t we all put cornstarch in our polyester pants to keep from getting a butt rash? The next time you’re chowing down at The Clam Shack! and some pimply teenager or schoolteacher working a second job staggers by with a trayful of dirty dishes, you’ll remember these ballsy, all-American poems and think, poetry in motion. When he says Jesus is a busboy, it sounds like a prayer. When Matthew Guenette says your mother is a busboy, it sounds like an insult.
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