Winter Blonde 
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> >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 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 still 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 hurries 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 Syracuse, and I'm driving the Salt Truck