Breakfast Is Served
An older gentleman sits alone in a diner, quietly enjoying his breakfast when three rowdy bikers swagger in, clearly looking for trouble. Spotting him, they head straight over.
“You got a problem, old man?” one growls, slamming his hands on the table. The old man just looks up, calm as ever.
One biker chugs his coffee and slams the cup down. Another grabs a handful of the old man’s food and chews it right in front of him. The third blows cigarette smoke across the table. Still, the old man doesn’t say a word. Finally, he just sighs, mutters “Excuse me,” and walks out.
The bikers burst out laughing. “Not much of a man, huh?” one scoffs as the waitress walks over.
She gives them a long look and says, "Not much of a driver, either—he just ran over three motorcycles on his way out.”
