Recently, in a nearby town, there was a “Biker Week”. Think what would happen if you sold bar-b-que and Harley products outside of a Wal-Mart and you’ve got the kinds of people who showed up to this thing.

And as a result of the “Bike Week” we had some interesting men and women show up to the restaurant last week.

After serving a couple who looked like they hadn’t paid more than $4.95 for a meal in their life, I handed them the bill. I left, came back a few minutes later to retrieve the check, and to my surprise found only a ten dollar bill inside for a bill well over $40.

Husband: “We’re not payin’ how much it says on the bill.”
Me: “Um…I don’t know if you can…do that?”
Wife: “It was way too much. We’ll give ya ten bucks for it.”
Me: “I think I’ll need at least thirty more dollars. Sorry.”
Husband: “Forty is way too much fer some fish and rice. I could’ve made that at home for five dollars.”
Me: “I still think you need to pay the whole bill. That’s why we have menus with prices next to the items.”
Husband: “Can we trade you fer it?”
Me: “Uh…no.”
Wife: “Go get yore manager.”

Suffice to say, the manager got the rest of the thirty out of them, but not without a triumphant “That’s the last you’ll see of us!” as they exited the building and a big, yellow glob of spit in our ash tray.

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