Dead Truck

On my way to the bank today my truck decides to start making a funny noise as I pull onto the on ramp to the freeway. I believe it to be my oil. Seeing as how I don't speak car and driver, I have no idea as to what it could be. I call up a friend of Wilson's, a tow truck driver, who knows cars pretty well too. Sitting on the side of the road it amazes me how many cars pass and not one of them, as of now, none have stopped to see if I need any help. Talk about southern hospitality. Of course, now days you never know about people. There is never a cop when ya need one either...makes me wonder about the world today.