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[–] davidgro@lemmy.world 7 points 5 hours ago (2 children)

No part of this post seems even a little bit unlikely. Why wouldn't it have happened?

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[–] DougPiranha42@lemmy.world 0 points 5 hours ago* (1 child)

I’m not saying it’s unlikely to happen that a neighbor helps a neighbor move, but the story feels totally fake. I don’t think there’s a network of single men who help each other move furniture for pizza that the narrator stumbled upon, or if there is, I don’t think it’s a typical pattern of American neighborhoods. Like when do they buy the pizza? What size? If he didn’t know that the 3rd guy is coming, why did he have pizza for him? If he thought the payment is cash, why did he have pizza for them? Or did they say: thanks, your total is 6 slices of cheese pizza, it’s going to ask you a couple of questions? And then he ordered pizza from doordash and the 3 of them waited about 40 minutes for it to arrive? How did the truck guy get OPs number? The friend told him: hey, I know a guy who needs a sofa moved, do you need some pizza? Here’s his number just call him he’ll totally answer an unknown number.

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[–] Mcdolan@lemmy.world 1 point 1 hour ago

Wait, is this something to be proud of about being American? There might be a touch of embellishment but those series of events are more or less what happens.

Christ this might be breaking in to a tad of our truck culture too, because it makes you feel as though you're a special kind of useful when your the guy with the truck that got the thing moved.

But dont worry about the pizza. Didn't know about the extra helper? Insist you're not hungry, you just got a couple hundred dollars of work done for the cost of pizza. Don't worry, there will be at least a slice left for you. It's a social interaction that is a lot less lopsided than it feels. The sharing of pizza is the commitment to (and quite probably planning) of the next "job".

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[–] DrSoap@lemmy.world 5 points 6 hours ago

I'm the Kevin of my circle. It can happen. You just have to know a guy. The price is pizza. And the unspoken promise that one day you'll be called into duty when you're needed.

A world of Kevin's would be a utopia. Friends helping friends and neighbors helping neighbors because it costs nothing more than a bit of time to be kind.