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 man, 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 the old man’s milk and then he took a seat at the counter.

The third walked up to the old man, turned over the old man’s plate, and then he took a seat at the counter.

Without a muttering word of protest, the old man gets up from his seat and quietly leaves the diner.

Shortly thereafter, one of the bikers said to the waitress, “Humph, not much of a man, was he!”

And the waitress replied, “Not much of a truck driver either.
He just backed his truck over three motorcycles!”