You know who are the nicest people in the world? People who drive trucks. In the city.
Yes, the same people who live downtown, work in an office, and decide they need the horsepower to haul 14 prize-winning buck carcasses and their neighbour's prius.
They're always offering to help you do things because they want to justify owning such a ridiculously overpowered vehicle.
"Hey man, you gotta move that cabinet? No problem!"
"You need gravel? -- I got gravel."
"Dude, that dead body? It's taken care of."
God forbid your parents had four wheel drive. That meant you and all the other kids in your carpool got to go to school on snow days. These are the same kids who's reliable, Japanese cars were never able to make the perilous journey up the street to your birthday party.
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