Bob was a long-haul truck driver, and after years on the road, he’d developed a very questionable way to entertain himself.
Whenever he spotted a lawyer walking along the roadside, he’d grin, yank the wheel a little toward the curb, and pretend he was going to run them over at the last second.
To Bob, it was just a dumb little game that helped pass the miles.
One rainy afternoon, he picked up a hitchhiking priest. The old priest climbed into the passenger seat, nodded politely, and spent most of the drive quietly reading his Bible.
The cab was silent except for the hum of the engine and the occasional flipping of pages.
A few hours later, Bob spotted a man in a fancy suit walking along the sidewalk.
“A lawyer,” Bob muttered under his breath with a smirk.
Out of habit, he jerked the truck toward the curb.
At the very last second, Bob suddenly remembered the priest sitting beside him.
Horrified, he swerved back onto the road.
But then—
THUMP.
Bob froze.
He glanced nervously at the priest.
“Father… I’m so sorry. I almost hit that lawyer.”
The priest calmly closed his Bible and smiled.
“Don’t worry, my son.”
“I got him with the door.”
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