A grizzled old man was eating in a truck stop when three very large, leathered bikers walked in.
The first biker walked up, pushed a cigarette into the old man’s pie and then took a seat at the counter.
The second one walked up, spat into the man’s milk and then took a seat at the counter.
The third walked up, turned over the old man’s plate and then took his seat.
Without a word, the man quickly stood and left the diner.
After a minute or two, one of the bikers said to the waitress, “Hmph! Not much of a man, was he?”
“Not much of a truck driver, either,” the waitress said. “He just backed his big rig over three motorcycles.”