Funny truck driver story

I had a friend who was a truck driver. He invited me to go along one time. I was surprised how much time was spent travelling, then waiting to be loaded/unloaded, then driving back. Sometimes when the "lumpers" were at lunch or behind, we had longer waits. One of these delays occurred at a WalMart facility. We checked in at the office then were directed to a little lounge with a phone and vending machines. Drivers sat around talking, playing cards, etc.

After quite awhile, the phone rang. My friend, Ron, answered it, then looked around the room and called "Juan Nonteen? Juan Nonteen?" He went back to the phone and replied that no one named Juan was in the room.

A little while later, I remembered the girl in the office had a southern accent (we live in Northern NY). I asked Ron, do you think it's possible the office was calling by truck number rather than the driver's name? Couldn't 119 sound like Juan Nonteen? OMG, I was right! We laughed and laughed (although I never understood why Ron wouldn't know the office would call by truck # rather than by name?)