A cheerful truck driver pulled up
at a roadside cafe in the middle of the night for a dinner stop. Halfway
through his meal, three wild-looking motorcyclists roared up - bearded, leather-jacketed
and filthy.
For no reason at all, they
selected the truck driver as a target. One poured pepper over his head, another
stole his apple pie, the third deliberately tipped his coffee over. The truck
driver never said one word, just stood up, paid his check, and left.
“That truck driver sure isn’t much
of a fighter,’’ sneered one of the bikers.
The girl behind the counter,
peering out into the night, added, “He doesn’t seem to be much of a truck
driver, either. He just ran his truck right over three motorcycles.”
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