That reminds me...
I was cleaning one of the deer I shot this year, in my back yard. I have a walk-out basement with 12-foot ceiling, so my back deck is real high. I strung a rope up, hung the gantry, and had the deer strung up on it.
I'm half way into dressing it out--blood on my pants, some on my boots, hands and forearms covered...
Boy Wonder peeks around the corner and says he's getting a ride to Baseball practice. Great. Thanks.
Then I hear him talking to someone. And they're talking for a little while--an adult. Last thing I hear is Boy Wonder say "You'll have to ask my dad. He's in the back yard."
So I decide to walk around the corner and see who he's talking to. Didn't even cross my mind to set the blood-covered 9-inch blade butcher knife down.
I round the corner, and this guy is walking down the driveway, sees me and about craps himself.
"Can I help you?"
a...a...a...a...I'm cleaning the house across the street... the bank hired me to clean the carpets... that's what I do--I'm a carpet cleaner...and...um...I need some water...the water is turned off over there, and I need water to run my machines and I was wondering if I could borrow some water.
"How would that work?"
I just need to run a hose I've got one in the truck so I wouldn't need to borrow yours I can use mine. I'll pay you for it for the water.
"Hey, no problem. (I said, pointing with the blood-dripping knife) The spiggot is on the front of the house by the front steps. You don't have to pay me."
Thanks. (and somewhere between the "n" and the "k" in "thanks" he turned around and started walking away... a little quicker than he was sauntering down the driveway 45 seconds before)
Then it dawns on me.
"Oh, hey--this probably looks a little strange. I was deer hunting this morning and got one. I'm back here dressing it."
I could hear the guy laughing the whole way to his truck.
I am "that" neighbor.
-Brad
ROTFLMAO
I have a good neighbor next door, I've loaned him a few things, but most things, when loaned, I've gone to help, as he wasn't sure what he was doing or needed more a spare pair of hands, then the tool. I've loaned him my miter saw (deck work), serpentine belt tool (how often does a non mechanic need one?), ladder (his old one was obtained from a neighbor, and it is at least 70 years old, and wood), etc.
There has been a couple of times I would have liked his help, but it wasn't convienent, like the day he wasn't feeling well, went to the Dr. (was going to help me lift a window unit in), and had emergency surgery (9 feet of intestine removed). That is just my luck and I know that was WAY more important. So I am used to doing things myself (including moving, which I could REALLY rant on). I have access to a lot more tools if I need them, and there are some that I would have no problems loaning the tool to, others that I would go show how to use it, and some that are just SOL.
Heck, I've got quite a few tools, left down at the garage, and I haven't part timed there in quite a while. When I need something (help, oil filter, tool I don't have), no issue and no charge (there are times when I am short on time and would love to hire them to do it. I don't feel right about free work. Help, yes, work, no)
Now, the other house is a rental, and the people are TRASH (censored for your tender ears). The guy that owns the house, is a contractor, who I helped and loaned tools to. He was great, but moved to due getting engaged. His step kids however were MAJOR pains. Especially his thieving stepson. (the reason I moved in the house)
Its that way with several families around here. One part (or more then) you would give the shirt off your back for, another part, you would speed up and swerve on, if they were lying in the road, bleeding to death.