> As a North Bay trucker stops for a red light on Hwy.11, 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 CANADA , and> I'm driving the *#%@^** SALT TRUCK......."