We’ve all seen them. They seem to be on every commercial vehicle these days.
But have you ever called one of those numbers? Have you ever reported somebody? I didn’t think so.
Recently, my son was stuck in traffic behind Truck No. 47. So he called the number on the back of the truck.
“Hello, this is Nancy,” said the voice at the other end of the phone. “How can I help you.” (She didn’t sound very happy to be getting this call, Jacob later said.)
“Hi,” Jacob said. “I want to report Truck No. 47.”
“Yes sir,” said Nancy. “What seems to be the problem?”
“Oh, I just wanted to let you know that the driver of Truck No. 47, well, he’s doing a really great job.”
“Excuse me, sir?”
“Yeah. The driver of Truck No. 47 is a terrific driver.”
“Would you please hold for a moment sir? I need to find a form to record this on.”
Meanwhile, traffic started moving again.
“You need to hold on, please. Traffic is moving, and I have to pull over,” Jacob allegedly said to Nancy. (I know, I don’t believe him, either.)
“Now, how long were you observing Truck No. 47, sir?”
“Oh, I’ve been following him for a while, all through Northern Virginia. He’s amazing. He stays on his side of the road, obeys the speed limits, always uses his turn signal. Really, this guy is a model driver.”
“Ummm, thank you for calling to let us know, sir.”
“You’re welcome. It’s just nice to see such a great driver on the road these days.” Jacob hung up, smiling.
I am pretty sure that this qualifies as a random act of kindness. It was definitely random.
Today is Jacob’s 21st Birthday. Happy Birthday, Jacob!
By telling this story, I just wanted to let you know, today, how very proud I am of this crazy man cub John and I raised. Because you see, Jacob is one of the funniest, nuttiest people I have ever known.
It’s true. Hey, Jacob? You’re nuts! I couldn’t have found a sillier birthday song for you: