More trouble for the Duck Boat.

[MossRoad]

Sorry, I don't buy that. That's a huge part of the problem of humanity. This notion of reciprocity. Each individual should stand and be judged on his own merits.

And, if you could define a "friend" that would be of great insight to me. Because, in truth, and I do use the term often in describing aquaintances, but really have a hard time knowing what it means.

What notion of reciprocity and what merits are you referring to? :confused3:

If you mean equal friendship both ways, well, that happens sometimes and other times it does not. There's plenty of people that I know that mean a lot more to me than I mean to them and vice versa.

I have aquaintances and I have friends.

Aquaintances are people that I socialize with at work, see at parties, might know their kids, my insurance guy.... those kinds of folks.

Friends are people that I care more about, do things outside of work with, go to dinner with, go fishing with, go to their houses, they come to mine. I cook for them, they cook for me. We know about each other's family members. Hang out with their parents and kids. Watch each other's houses when we're not around. Get gifts for each other for no reason other than we know they'd like it. Really talk and listen about what's going on in each of our lives. We generally care about each other and enjoy each other's company.

A friend is someone I can maybe not see for 10 years and the next time I see them, it's like we were never apart.

I even have a friend that I love like a brother, but would never let him near my family! :laughing: I'd do anything I could for him up to the point my family would be put in peril. And he'd probably not reciprocate. And that's ok because I know how he's wired, so I don't expect more from him. But man, we have a good time when we are together.

Our friends are the ones that stay after the weddings and funerals. The ones who's homes we enter through the back door. The ones we really want to spend time with and miss when we don't see each other for a while. The one's we just call up and say "How's it going?"

 

[MossRoad]

You know that thing in life that you hate doing. A friend is the person you'll do it for because you know they need you to.

Well put! :thumbsup:

 

[MossRoad]

What coverage amount is everyone carrying on their umbrella policy?

Not enough to cover 17 drowned people, that's for sure.

 

[dragoneggs]

A 'true' friend is someone I can trust.

 

[MossRoad]

I've also been told you'll find out who your real friends are on moving day....

 

[dragoneggs]

I've also been told you'll find out who your real friends are on moving day....

My back always go 'out' just before...

 

[Big Barn]

True friends don’t ask friends to help move. They hire movers.

 

[k0ua]

I've also been told you'll find out who your real friends are on moving day....

Well, a true friend is someone that will help you bury a dead body in the middle of the night, and would even have the machinery to do it with..

 

[aczlan]

Not enough to cover 17 drowned people, that's for sure.

I have a fairly good umbrella policy, but I know that its not anywhere near good enough for that...

Well, a true friend is someone that will help you bury a dead body in the middle of the night, and would even have the machinery to do it with..

Well, that would be moving day (or perhaps moving night ).

Aaron Z

 

[Sigarms]

Exactly. Sam Walton one of the richest men on the planet, often visited his stores looking just like any other Northwest Arkansas farmer. And seemed to prefer to dress that way, and kept his Northwest Arkansas ways. You never know.

Company I worked for in NY bought out the company and facility I was working at. Joe was one of the previous owners (he was the tech guy and Bob was the money guy). From what I heard, these guys never had to work a day in their life for what they sold their company for, yet Joe would still come down to the office to "hang out" and just keep being involved because he just loved to work (he didn't get paid to come in LOL).

Joe however dressed like a "worker" with dickie pants and a heavy, beat up work coat with a kind of beat up wool knit cap (upstate NY can get cold).

One time Joe came in pretty upset. Couldn't help but ask him what was wrong. Turns out he was sitting out on a bench in front of a grocery store in the morning when his wife went in shopping, and some people coming into the store gave him money because they felt sorry for him and thought he was looking for a handout :laughing: