Jan 12, 2004 11:55
>As a trucker stops for a red light, a blonde catches
>up. She jumps out of her car, 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 car, 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
>car, 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 Kevin, it's winter in Chicago, and
>I'm driving the SALT TRUCK!