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A cheerful truck driver pulled up at a roadside cafe in the
middle of the night for a dinner stop. Halfway through his
meal, three wild-looking motorcyclists roared up --bearded,
leather-jacketed, filthy.
For no reason at all, they selected the truck driver as a
target. One poured pepper over his head, another stole his
apple pie, the third deliberately tipped his coffee over. The
truck driver never said one word, just stood up, paid his
check, and left.
"That truck driver sure ain't much of a fighter," sneered one
of the bikers.
The girl behind the counter, peering out into the night,
added, "He doesn't seem to be much of a truck driver, either.
He just ran his truck right over three motorcycles."
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