Know a guy.
tldr. boring
arigatou gozaimasu amerikajinsan
In Australia the price is beer. If it’s a small job, one or two beers, either while doing the job or at the end, big job means a whole case of beer per person. Everyone would think there was something wrong with you if you provided only pizza.
So what if, as a Canadian, I offered both pizza, and a 12 pack per person? What does that get for help?
in my experience, this is also how 3d printers work…
This is the way.
You engage in the economy of helping people to move stuff. One person has a dolly, another has a truck, they come, they move the thing, you pay in pizza and at least one IOU of “I’ll be there for you next time”.
When the time comes you are enlisted, you go, you help, you recieve pizza.
The cycle continues.
This is the way.
This is the only way.
I’m in halifax, Nova Scotia, if someone knows a guy, let me know
Isn’t that the town with the cult?
Just ask Kevin.
Today would be my brother’s birthday, he was my truck guy (and so much more).
“would be”, “was” — am I to take this to mean that your brother is no longer with us? If so, I am sorry for your loss.
If I have intuited this correctly, then I hope that some day, you can be the “truck guy” for other people. The truck is optional honestly — just as long you carry with you the spirit of helpfulness and trust in reciprocal community support.
Happy birthday to your brother. Truck guys are never forgotten - they become legends.
“I knew this one guy who showed up in a beater of truck smelling of pine and diesel. He helped me move my bed once. He refused my money, but gladly took the beer I offered. After the move, we leaned on the bed of his truck with our elbows raised along its rim. We talked for an hour about sports, music, and television. After awhile he stopped leaning on the truck and said, ‘Welp…’ and dusted off his pants. Without knowing the meaning, I knew exactly his purpose. We shook hands and he drove off into the sunset to help the next poor, truck-less soul.”
Until now, trucks seemed to be linked to toxic masculinity. Turns out, the guys just want to be part of the community.
I think it really depends on the truck This is all IMHO: Something like a Colorado or Ranger is both reasonable enough and more truck than most people need. You can move a sofa with those. Stock Silverados or F-150s are also fine but do you really need something that big? Lifting or squatting those or getting anything that is bigger than those but isn’t but a legit work truck is stupid.
It’s so refreshing to see goodvibe things from the US :D
This is a beautiful piece of art, I like how not having a truck didn’t make you useless.
I’m not American we’re not big on trucks here, unless you’re an independent contractor they do have trucks even though they don’t really fit our country haha.
But if someone needs help to move something and you can’t supply the car, you’re instantly considered useless and never involved in anything from that moment on. Doesn’t even matter if you can move the whole couch by yourself.
You’re excluded. It’s a peaceful life, but it gets lonely at times.
This is heartwarming. It sounds inaccurate. I don’t have a truck, but stranger if you live around Portland, I’ll help you move a sofa.
No truck either but a friend needed a hand to move his stuff.
I came, other of his friends came as well.
We moved the furniture, the books and even the gym equipment.
Pizza was offered and shared.
A couple years later, I show up for a job interview. One ofy friend’s friend is my interviewer. He asks technical questions, I answer.
He eventually claims I now my stuff so he stops with the questions and we have a relaxed chat.
I got the job and still work there after all these years.
I can drive my truck down
Having been the guy with the truck for a while, that is 100% how it works. However, the currency can also be a beer (or two).
I read this yesterday and said that normally a 6 pack is attached.
That is very wholesome. Also all of the quotes have a very funny American accent in my head.
Fyi, if you are moving one piece of furniture, sure get the truck guy and a couple buddies. If you are moving ALL your stuff, hire movers. (Unless you and your buddies are in their 20s)
There’s a point in your life where “all your stuff” is maybe two non-IKEA pieces of furniture that your parents forced on you when you moved out. And then there’s the point at which “all your stuff” fills a 1600 sqft ranch house and half of it is made out of granite for some reason.
Just, baseline, ignore the meme. If you have to move a refrigerator down a flight of stairs, this is no longer a “buy me a pizza” tier work.
Moving a fridge down a flight of stairs is easy enough – who’s your dolly guy?
If you are moving ALL your stuff, hire movers.
In my experience, that’s what Dad is for.
It starts with Dad moving you to and from dorm rooms. Then apartments.
When my wife and I moved to our house I hired movers. It was a lot easier and not terribly expensive.
When my wife moved her business to a new building, my mom told me my dad insisted on helping us move, so I didn’t hire movers as I had planned. When we were moving the tons of furniture, cabinets, and massive boxes stuffed full of files, my dad mentioned that my mom told him I had asked him to help me move. I have never been able to determine why my mom manipulated us into nearly killing ourselves.
Now I’m the dad. I’ve moved kids to and from dorm rooms and apartments. I’ve rented trucks for huge moves. My daughter and I are moving a couch, a dresser, an end table and all her cooking utensils on Saturday.
Not only do I have a truck, I also have straps, furniture dollies, moving blankets, mattress bags, etc.
My most recent purchase was a shoulder dolly. If you haven’t seen one, picture two harnesses with a wide strap running between them. Two people squat on either end of the item being moved with the wide strap running under it. You take up the slack in the strap, and just stand up to lift it off the ground. It’s a game changer.
I’ve become my own moving company.
This reminded of the time my family used me as the mover in my teens. We moved to an old apartment and I had to move almost all the furniture 5 stories without an elevator. If I try that today I’ll most likely give my last breath on the first stairs.
Yeah. You know how I got a guy for everything? Well, they’re all in New York. My suit guy, my shoe guy, my ticket guy, my club guy. And if I don’t have a guy for something, then I have a guy guy to get me a guy. And oddly enough, his name is Guy.
Barney, is that you?
