1. Breakfast “Auto Parts”

A long–haul driver walked into a roadside diner and placed his order.
“I’ll take three flat tires, two headlights, and a couple of running boards,” he said with a grin.

The new blonde waitress blinked. Auto parts? At a café? She hurried to the kitchen and asked the cook, “There’s a guy out there who wants three flat tires, two headlights, and running boards. Does he think we’re an auto shop?”

The cook laughed. “Relax. That’s trucker talk—three flat tires are three pancakes, headlights are two sunny-side-up eggs, and running boards are slices of crispy bacon.”

“Ohhh!” she said, relieved. She plated the order, then got mischievous. Before carrying it out, she added a small bowl of baked beans.

When the driver saw the beans, he raised an eyebrow. “What’s with the beans?”

She flashed a bright smile. “Well, while you wait on those tires and boards, you might as well top off your tank with a little gas!”

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2. The Persistent Warning

A trucker rolled up to a red light when a young blonde jogged to his cab and tapped on the window.
“Hi, I’m Heather,” she said, slightly out of breath. “Something’s falling off the back of your truck!”

The driver gave her a quick glance, said nothing, and drove off when the light turned green.

At the next stoplight, there she was again. Knock, knock. “Hi, I’m Heather—seriously, you’re losing part of your load!”

Again, he ignored her and moved on.

One more light. One more knock. “Hi, I’m Heather, and you’re still dropping cargo!”

This time the trucker leaned out the window and replied calmly, “Hi, I’m Kevin. It’s snowing. I’m driving a salt truck.”

3. Same Snowy Surprise

Another night, a different stretch of road. A salt-truck driver idled at a stoplight when a blonde jogger rapped on his window.
“Hello, I’m Heather. You’re spilling something from your truck bed!”

No response. He eased forward as the light turned green.

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At the next intersection she appeared again, waving. “Hey! I’m Heather—you’re losing some of your load!”

Still nothing.

Third light—same knock, same warning.

Finally the driver rolled down his window and grinned. “Hi Heather, I’m Mike. It’s snowing outside and this is a salt spreader. I’m supposed to be losing part of my load.”