July 24: A Recurring Favor

This post doesn't apply to you, Amanda. It doesn't apply do you either, Phil. This post is for all of you truck drivers. We love our trucks. Some of us drive big trucks and some of us drive compact trucks. The bros lift theirs and the gangstas lower theirs. When it comes down to it, though, we're all driving trucks. I'll even throw in the El Camino with this one. If it has a bed, this post is for you.

Although we love our trucks, we put up with one common request from friends, family, and neighbors. Whenever someone needs to move, guess who they call. Whenever someone needs to relocate a large item (i.e. barbecue, refrigerator, etc.), guess who they call. They call us truck drivers.

I've moved mattresses, barbecues, and couches. I've even escorted a dog to his final resting place. I moved all of these things for other people because I own a truck. I've moved bales of hay, entertainment centers, and patio furniture. Why? Because I own a truck.

I'm not complaining. It comes with the vehicle and I know that. When you purchase a truck, it's inevitable that you will eventually be asked to help someone move or be asked to transport something. It can get old though. I hate moving my own things so why would I want to move someone else's?

This post doesn't apply to you, Frank and it's not for you, Kate. This post is simply for all of the other truck drivers/owners out there. You are not alone.