Gramps still drove his big 18-wheeler even though he was in his 80s.
One day, while he was eating lunch at small roadside bar, three tough young hoodlums parked their motorcycles, came in, and started drinking.
After they had a couple of beers, they started getting on Gramps’ case.
They taunted him, started eating some of his food, and threw some beer in his face.
Gramps, trying to ignore their taunts, quickly got up and paid his bill without saying a word.
One of the hoodlums, upset that they couldn’t provoke the old man into a fight, said to the waitress, “What a wimp, he wasn’t much of a man was he?”
The waitress, looking out the window, said, “No he wasn’t much of a man and he isn’t much of a truck driver either. He just backed his truck over three motorcycles.”
WHY GET MAD . . . WHEN YOU CAN GET EVEN!
