Little red wagon and an umbrella
Dad told me this story many times and it always made me laugh. Dad had a paper route when he was a kid and he would be coming down the street pulling his red wagon behind him, with all his milk bottle lids and what nots that he would sell for a few cents to neighbors. He had an old umbrella with a hole in the middle. He'd be walking down the street pulling his wagon with his head poked through the hole in the center of the umbrella. I still get this image of dad with his head poked up through the hole in the umbrella, pulling his red wagon.