In a small truck stop diner, an elderly man sat by himself, quietly enjoying a slice of pie. The air was filled with the smell of coffee and bacon, and the old man felt comfortable and peaceful. But then, the door swung open, and in walked three rugged bikers, all leather jackets and wild hair.
As they approached, the first biker, a tall guy with a scruffy beard, couldn’t resist causing trouble. With a wicked grin, he took his lit cigarette and jammed it right into the old man’s pie, sending pieces of crust flying. “Hey, old timer, hope you like it smoky!” he laughed, joining his friends at the counter.
The second biker, with tattoos snaking up his arms, saw the man’s milk sitting on the table. He didn’t hesitate. With a cruel chuckle, he spat into the milk, the globs of saliva swirling in the white liquid. “A little extra flavor for you,” he jeered before putting the glass back down as if nothing had happened.
The third biker, wearing a bandana and a sneering smile, couldn’t let his friends have all the fun. Without warning, he flipped the old man’s plate off the table, sending scrambled eggs and toast crashing to the floor. The trio erupted in laughter, each of them taking joy in the old man’s misfortune.
The old man sat still, looking at the mess around him with calm eyes. Without a single angry word, he placed his money on the table, stood up, and slowly walked out of the diner.
“Not much of a man, was he?” one biker said to the waitress, a smirk on his face as he took a swig of coffee.
The waitress, a tough woman with a quick wit, didn’t blink at the comment. “Not much of a truck driver either,” she shot back, crossing her arms. “He just backed his big rig over all three of your motorcycles.”
Suddenly, the diner went quiet. The bikers looked at each other, their smiles fading. Outside, the sound of engines roaring to life filled the air, and they raced out the door. The old man, now in his truck, looked back at the diner with a small smile, knowing he had turned the tables in his own way.
“Be careful what you wish for,” he murmured to himself as he drove away, the sun gleaming off his big rig’s shiny hood.
The bikers would learn their lesson soon enough, but for now, the old man enjoyed the freedom of the open road, leaving the chaos behind him and looking forward to a brighter day.
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