Three rough-looking stomp into a truck shop where a grizzled old-timer is having breakfast. One of the bikers extinguishes his cigarette in the old guy’s pancakes.
The second spits a wad of chewing tobacco into his coffee. The third biker dumps the whole plate on the floor.

Without a word of protest, the old guy pays his bill and leaves.

“Not much of a man, was he?” said one of the bikers.

“Not much of a driver either,” says the waitress. “He just backed his truck over three motorcycles.”