Seems a trucker was pulled over at a dock in the middle of nowhere when it began to rain. It rained and rained and it rained. Finally, the water started rising and it was rising fast.

Several guys from the dock yelled for the trucker to get out and walk while he could. Nope.

A kid came by with an extra skateboard under his arm and offered it to him. Nope.

A hunter roared up on his ATV and offered the trucker a ride. Nope.

A cute young blonde came by in her little sports car, and he turned her down too.

The water kept coming, both down from the sky and up, up past the steps . . . up past the bumper . . . up to the window of the truck. He still wouldn’t leave and go to higher ground.

Finally, he was standing in front of St. Peter, dripping wet. St. Peter was a little irritated. "You dumb trucker! Why didn’t you take one of those offers of help? You had your own two feet, a skateboard, an ATV and even a sports car, but you just sat in your truck and drowned. What was the matter with you?"

"Well," answered the driver with a shrug, "I was waiting for Dispatch to call me back."