WINTER BLONDE
>
> 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, 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 Colorado and
> I'm driving the SALT TRUCK!"
Think I dated her once upon a time
:*))That's good, I like that.
Thanks, Paulmeister...
That's a good'n

Yep....
Depending on the conditions that's the
one truck you are very content to stay behind....'cause they usually have a snow plow on the front.
aahhhhh..... the memories. 
Told the wife you wanted to get back here...
She understands your wife's position....but thinks eventually she can be gently pursuaded

patience...me boy....patience
PMSL, aint nothin' like a decent blonde joke!!