Seeing all the trucks backed up on the roads made me think of this truck driver story.
A trucker in Minneapolis stops for a red light, a blonde who had been following him for some time catches up to him.
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 blonde 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 briefly, “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 the car, runs up, knocks on the door. The trucker rolls down 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 after she lowers it, he says, “Hi, my name is Dennis, it’s winter in East Central Minnesota and I’m driving the SALT TRUCK!”
Keep your fork