A
grizzled old man was eating in a truck stop when three
Hell's Angels bikers walked in. The first biker approached
the old man, threw his cigarette into the old man's pie,
and then took a seat at the counter.
Then, a second biker walked over to the old man, spit into
his glass of milk, and then took a seat at the counter.
Finally, a third biker verbally attacked the old man,
knocked his plate of food into his lap, and then took a
seat at the counter.
Without a word of protest, the old man quietly left the
diner. Shortly thereafter, one of the bikers commented to
the waitress, "Not much of a man, is he?"
The waitress replied, "Not much of a truck driver either.
He just backed his truck over three motorcycles."
Hell's Angels bikers walked in. The first biker approached
the old man, threw his cigarette into the old man's pie,
and then took a seat at the counter.
Then, a second biker walked over to the old man, spit into
his glass of milk, and then took a seat at the counter.
Finally, a third biker verbally attacked the old man,
knocked his plate of food into his lap, and then took a
seat at the counter.
Without a word of protest, the old man quietly left the
diner. Shortly thereafter, one of the bikers commented to
the waitress, "Not much of a man, is he?"
The waitress replied, "Not much of a truck driver either.
He just backed his truck over three motorcycles."
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