Truck Driver

[Guest guest]

Hare Krishna.

 

A cheerful truck driver pulled up at a roadside cafe in the

middle of the night for a dinner stop. Halfway through his

meal, three wild-looking motorcyclists roared up--bearded,

leather-jacketed, filthy.

 

For no reason at all, the selected the truck driver as a

target. One poured pepper over his head, another stole his

apple pie, the third deliberately tipped his coffee over. The

truck driver never said one word, just stood up, paid hia

check, and left.

 

"That truck driver sure ain't much of a fighter," sneered one

of the bikers.

 

The girl behind the counter, peering out into the night,

added, "He doesn't seem to be much of a truck driver, either.

He just ran his truck right over three motorcycles."

 

Hare Krishna

 

your servant, Balarama Dasa