I was driving through Indiana one night.
I came upon a J.B. Hunt truck on the side of the highway.
The driver was shining a flashlight into the fuel tank
and was peering down inside. I pulled over and walked
back to see if I could help him out. As I walked up
I asked, "What's the matter driver, ya outta fuel?" He
looked up kind of confused and said,
"Na, I'm outta Arkansas."
