After driving nonstop for about six hours, a trucker finally couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore. He pulled over to the side of the road, climbed into the cab, and decided to sleep for a little while. The engine was off, the road was quiet, and within seconds, he was out cold. It was the kind of deep sleep that only exhaustion can bring.
Not long after, a loud knock jolted him awake. Groggy and annoyed, he rolled down the window and saw a jogger standing there, smiling like nothing was wrong.
“Can you tell me the time, please?” the jogger asked politely.
The trucker squinted at his watch and sighed. “Yeah… it’s 4:30,” he muttered.
The jogger thanked him and ran off. The trucker shook his head, closed his eyes, and fell back asleep almost instantly.
Five minutes later — knock, knock, knock.
Now irritated, the trucker opened his eyes again. Another jogger stood there.
“Sorry to bother you,” the jogger said, “but do you know what time it is?”
The trucker checked his watch again. “It’s 4:35,” he snapped.
The jogger jogged away. The trucker slammed the window shut and growled to himself. He leaned back and tried to sleep again, determined not to be disturbed.
A few minutes later — knock, knock, knock.
This time, the trucker exploded. He jumped up, yanked open the door, and shouted, “What is it NOW?!”
The jogger smiled nervously. “Uh… I just wanted to know the time.”
The trucker paused, thought for a second, then grabbed a marker and wrote a big sign. He taped it to the door of the cab. It read:
“I DON’T KNOW THE TIME.”
Satisfied, he lay back down and finally drifted off.
A moment later — knock, knock.
Furious, the trucker opened his eyes and screamed, “WHAT?!”
The jogger pointed at the sign and said, “Just wanted to let you know… it’s 4:45.”
