But what would I care if gravel gets wet?

I know you tried with the whole empathy thing but since the subject here is my needs for a truck saying I lack empathy for myself kinda falls flat.

Really, you are coming off as a sociopath that thinks they know better than everyone what is good for them. I know my needs better than you. For some trades a van is perfect. But for my jack of all trades a truck is a better choice. A small truck. Literally the kind of small truck that doesn't get made in America anymore. Modern trucks are too big to actually be useful.

But it's got a roof which makes placing 20 foot ladders or a ton of gravel in it very awkward. The fixed volume natural of it isn't compatible with the kind of work I do. But maybe you, a person that doesn't do my job, knows more about my situation than I do.

Or they just get some storage bins. I find them to be highly effective. Allows me to load just the tools I need for a job so unloading and loading is very fast.

Well then I guess I need a new vehicle because I'm a handyman and I use a truck. Dealing with a van full of stuff and trying to slide drywall in is kind of difficult. However, I can easily snap them on top of the bed of my truck and get moving. And it cost me a whole lot less to maintain this truck than it would to maintain a van. You ever tried carrying a ton of gravel in a van? I wouldn't. Takes much longer to load and unload that way.

And that doesn't invalidate my statement.

Trucks are for every tradesperson that does the things you lack the time, training or tools to do when something breaks at your residence. Trucks help you move.

People that don't want their location triangulated from cell phone towers.

One got transferred to a hospital last winter and eventually got into some kind of housing situation.

One tends to hang out at the Walmart.

Others are frequently in and out of one of the two hotels in town. We had three but they tore one down.

Each person that has ever dated me has understood that I will never react appropriately in a social situation. Not because I act out of spite but because I have zero clue as to what I'm doing.

I used to be a pretty famous ASCII artist. Actually made money from it. I made enough money to cover all of my art school education and every art supply I'd ever bought. Which means I'm a successful artist.

My ex had my old phone number. I got a message from her to check her voicemail. And then I got a message that she hated me. The voicemail was offering me a job as an ASCII artist. She hated me because I always seem to make money off of the absolute dumbest hobbies. I respected her for saying that.

I was on digging trenches in the yard for sprinklers when my then girlfriend came out onto the porch. She was kind of staring off into space. "What's up?" " I just got a phone call. My mom died." "Congratulations." "Thank you."

She was a new girlfriend and I did not know anything about the history between her and her mom. But apparently my response was exactly the right one. Mom had slipped and died in her bathroom.

What he is admitting is that there isn't enough real material to concern the base so he has to make stuff up.