Having own several trucks over the years even strangers will approach you

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...and asked to be your friend:

My husband asked our retired neighbor if he could borrow his truck. He's now like a grandfather to our kids and is part of our family.
My husband and I found a sinkhole in our backyard. When we received a high bid to fix it, we decided to D.I.Y. the project following our contractor friend's detailed instructions.

The job required a few tons of dirt — more than our Subaru Forester could haul. My husband had eyed our neighbor's truck in the driveway. Even though we had lived next door to each other for 11 years, I really only knew that his name was Gary and that he was a retired bachelor. During that time, we'd exchanged no more than neighborly waves and friendly small talk. I worried that asking him to help us haul dirt was too big an ask.

It proved to be one of the best things we ever did.

Gary was outside that day, watering his plants, and he willingly stopped to chat with my husband. He quickly offered to help when my husband asked for his assistance, seemingly not bothered by the 20-minute drive or the three yards of dirt plopped into his pristine truckbed.

It was the beginning of our friendship.

He stayed for dinner and basically became part of our family
My husband gassed Gary's truck, pumped up the tires, and washed the bed. As a thank you, I invited him to stay for dinner. To my surprise, he said yes. I worried that our spunky children might annoy a bachelor and that the chicken I made was too dry. But Gary was pleasant about everything, from the children badgering him with questions (including "How old are you?") to the dog licking him incessantly.