At a truck stop, an elderly man was enjoying his meal when three rough-looking bikers walked in.

Three scruffy-looking bikers entered the truck stop where an elderly man was dining.

The first biker chuckled and sat down at the counter as they passed the elderly man after pushing his cigarette into his pie.

The second rider spit into the milk that the elderly man had just picked up. Before joining the other riders at the counter, the third biker turned the elderly man’s plate over.

The elderly man put his money down, stood up, and walked out of the café without saying a word to the motorcyclists who were laughing. “Not much of a man, was he?” one of the motorcyclists asked the waitress.

Not very good at being a truck driver either, the waitress retorted. He just drove his large tractor over three motorcyclists!”

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