A grizzled old man was eating in a truck stop when three Hell’s
Angels bikers walked in. The first walked up to the old fella,
pushed his cigarette into the old man’s pie and then took a seat at
the counter.
The second walked up to the old man, spit into his coffee and took a
seat at the counter.
The third walked up to the old man, turned over his plate, and then
he took a seat at the counter with buddies…
Without a word of protest, the old man quietly paid his bill and left
the diner.
One of the bikers said to the waitress, “Humph, not much of a man,
was he?”
Shaking her head, she replied, “No… Not much of a truck driver
either. He just backed his truck over three motorcycles.”