After what felt like an eternity on the road, a dedicated trucker finally finds a spot to rest.

After 16 long hours behind the wheel, he’s more than ready for some shut-eye. Just as he begins to doze off into a much-needed slumber, a surface-side noise disrupts his peace.

A curious jogger, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, taps at the cab’s door. “Excuse me, can you tell me the time, please?” the jogger inquires, seemingly unaware of the trucker’s fatigue. The trucker, still bleary-eyed from exhaustion, glances at his watch and replies, “Yeah, it’s 4:30.”

Drifting back into the embrace of sleep, the trucker hopes for a few moments of peace. Unfortunately, tranquility is short-lived. Another lively jogger taps on his window a mere 10 minutes later.

“Can you tell me the time?” the second jogger asks. Feeling his patience wear thin, the trucker sighs heavily and, with slight irritability, responds, “It’s 4:40!”

Determined to get some uninterrupted rest, the trucker hatches a little plan. He scribbles “I DON’T KNOW THE TIME” on a piece of paper and affixes it prominently to his windshield. Surely, he thinks, this will grant him some peace from the persistent knowledge seekers.

But peace is elusive. As the minutes tick by, another jogger, apparently not understanding trucker language, calls out, effectively breaking any illusion of tranquility.

“It’s 5:25!” the jogger shouts, offering the very information the trucker wanted to avoid. Thus, the battle for sleep continues, one jogger at a time.