"Benjamin always liked to stir the pot," says our mom. Especially when he was young he was a troublemaker. One day when he was perhaps ten years old, he got together with his friend Robbie and they thought it would be a good idea to conceal themselves by the side of the road and throw their shoes at passing cars. They'd hide in some bushes, wait for a car to come, and then each would lob a sneaker at the car. Then they'd hide again, while the car slowed down and the confused driver looked around for the source of the attack. Fun game.
Then along came a truck. They were ready-- as it passed them, they fired off one shoe each. And the truck screeched to a halt.
The driver got out. The boys cowered in the bushes, absolutely petrified. The driver walked back down the street and picked up the two shoes that had been thrown at his car. He didn't even look at the bushes, didn't try to find the source of the trouble. He tossed the two shoes into his truck bed, got into the cab, and drove off.
"Weren't you wearing two shoes when you left?" Mom asked when Benjamin and Robbie turned up at the door wearing one shoe each.
That was one smart truck driver. :)