At a truck stop diner, an elderly man quietly ate his meal when three tough-looking bikers walked in.
The first biker stubbed his cigarette out in the man’s pie, the second spat in his milk, and the third tossed his plate on the floor. Laughing, they headed to the counter.
The old man said nothing, calmly left his payment on the table, and walked out.
One biker sneered at the waitress, “Not much of a man, huh?”
She coolly replied, “Not much of a truck driver either—he just ran over all your motorcycles.”