I love old people with gumption. When some young upstart tries to throw their weight around, experience and cunning always wins out in the end. This story is one of my favorites.
An old man is quietly sitting having a meal in a roadside diner when three leather-clad bikers enter.
The first biker walks up to the old man, put his cigarette out in his apple pie, and then walks off to sit down at a table in the corner of the diner.
The second biker clears his throat, walks up to the old man, drops a disgusting glob of spit into the man’s coffee, and then goes over to the corner to join his biker pal.
The third biker threateningly walks up to the old man, picks up his plate, throws it on the floor, and then walks over to the others with a grin.
Without saying a word, the old man gets up and leaves the diner.
“Hehe, that old geezer wasn’t much of a man,” says one of the bikers to the waitress.
The waitress then replies, “He’s also not much of a truck driver, seeing as how he backed over three motorcycles in the parking lot just now.”