This is the exact feeling I always had with my big ass tool box on my tiny ass truck. “Hold on, y’all need a kitchen sink? I think I got one in here.” I still remember how good it felt the exactly one time I had all of the tools required to do a parking lot clutch swap just on hand in that thing when a friend blew their clutch up.
I drive a van, and it’s full of tools, food, and miscellanea. You want an ice cold lemonade? Here you go. Pruning saw? Better take these gloves too. Any gague of fishhook in particular? Protein bar? No worries. Deodorant? Keep it, I have others. Hammer drill? Why don’t you just put your feet up in this camp chair, choose a book from the library, and let me do it for you. I’ll just fetch my steel cap boots and work coat first.
So I worked security (night shift rent a cop, not like IT) for over a decade. On multiple occasions, I’d get snowed in, and unable to leave, or relief wouldn’t show, and because of the way the law’s written, I legally can’t leave until relieved.
I got into the habit of keeping everything I need in my car. For literal years, I could have comfortably lived in my car for over a week on a moments notice. To include an inverter, hot plate, small tv, game system, literally all the trappings of an apartment. I still keep some food and a sleeping bag in my pick up at all times, because you never fucking know, man. You never know.
Eta: forgot the whole reason I was replying before submitting. Lol
On a few occasions, I have saved the freaking day for friends or coworkers. Hungry? I got the foods. Ripped your pants? Portable sewing machine. Bored and no cell signal? How about we play some video games or watch a DVD? It’s an amazing feeling to be the dude who just has the shit you need
This is the exact feeling I always had with my big ass tool box on my tiny ass truck. “Hold on, y’all need a kitchen sink? I think I got one in here.” I still remember how good it felt the exactly one time I had all of the tools required to do a parking lot clutch swap just on hand in that thing when a friend blew their clutch up.
I drive a van, and it’s full of tools, food, and miscellanea. You want an ice cold lemonade? Here you go. Pruning saw? Better take these gloves too. Any gague of fishhook in particular? Protein bar? No worries. Deodorant? Keep it, I have others. Hammer drill? Why don’t you just put your feet up in this camp chair, choose a book from the library, and let me do it for you. I’ll just fetch my steel cap boots and work coat first.
So I worked security (night shift rent a cop, not like IT) for over a decade. On multiple occasions, I’d get snowed in, and unable to leave, or relief wouldn’t show, and because of the way the law’s written, I legally can’t leave until relieved.
I got into the habit of keeping everything I need in my car. For literal years, I could have comfortably lived in my car for over a week on a moments notice. To include an inverter, hot plate, small tv, game system, literally all the trappings of an apartment. I still keep some food and a sleeping bag in my pick up at all times, because you never fucking know, man. You never know.
Eta: forgot the whole reason I was replying before submitting. Lol
On a few occasions, I have saved the freaking day for friends or coworkers. Hungry? I got the foods. Ripped your pants? Portable sewing machine. Bored and no cell signal? How about we play some video games or watch a DVD? It’s an amazing feeling to be the dude who just has the shit you need
You had the clutch too???