Silk Blossom

 

An old man was eating at a truck stop when three bikers walked in, spoiling for a fight. The first stepped 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 his glass of milk and then sat down beside the first biker. As the third biker passed the old man's table, he reached out and flipped over the pie plate. Then he went to sit with his two friends at the counter. Without a word of protest, the old man paid his bill and quietly left the diner. A short time later, one of the bikers said to the waitress, “Humph, he wasn’t much of a man, was he?” The waitress replied, “He isn’t much of a truck driver either. He just backed his rig over three motorcycles.” – Borrowed from a friend of a friend