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’re 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’re 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, and knocks
on the truck door. The trucker rolls down the window. Again she says,
“Hi, my name is Heather, and you’re 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 Kevin. It’s winter in
Wisconsin, and I’m driving the SALT TRUCK!”
Love dem blondes 
