As a lorry driver stops for a red light on the A12 a blonde catches up. She jumps out of her car, runs up to his truck, and knocks on the door. The driver lowers the window, and she says, "Hi, my name is Heather, and you are losing some of your load!"



The driver 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 driver 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 driver 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 driver 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 and I'm driving the f------ gritter......."

Tym razem zamiast tłumaczenia, dawna polska wersja (odpowiednik )

Policjant do kierowcy:
- już ósmy raz pana zatrzymuje bo wciąż gubi pan ładunek!
Na to kierowca:
- już ósmy raz panu tłumaczę że jest gołoledź a ja jeżdżę piaskarką