>As a trucker stops for a red light, a blonde catches up. She jumps out of
>her TR3, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door. The trucker lowers
>the window, and she says "Hi, my name is Heather and you are losing some
>of your load." The trucker ignores her and proceeds down the street. When
>the truck stops for another red light, the girl catches up again. She
>jumps out of her TR3, runs up and knocks on the door. Again, the trucker
>lowers the window. As if they've never spoken, the blonde says
>brightly,"Hi my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!"
>Shaking his head, the trucker ignores her again and continues down the
>street. At the third red light, the same thing happens again. All out of
>breath, the blonde gets out of her TR3, runs up, knocks on the truck door.
>The trucker lowers the window. Again she says "Hi, my name is Heather,
>and you are losing some of your load!" When the light turns green the
>trucker revs up and races to the next light. When he stops this time, he
>hurriedly gets out of the truck, and runs back to the blonde. He knocks on
>her window, and as she lowers it, he says...
>
>"Hi, my name is Robert, it's winter in New Hampshire, and I'm driving the
>damn SALT TRUCK!
|