Mildred, the church gossip, and self-appointed monitor of the church's morals, kept sticking her nose in to other people's business.
Several members did not approve of her extracurricular activities, but feared her enough to maintain their silence.
One day Mildred made a mistake.
She accused Frank, a biker, and a new member of the church of being an alcoholic after she saw his Harley parked in front of the town's only bar one afternoon.
She emphatically told Frank and several others that everyone seeing his motorcycle parked in front of the bar during the daytime hours would know what he was doing.
Frank, a man of few words, stared at her for a moment shook his head, hopped on his bike and rode away. He didn't explain, defend, or deny... he said nothing.
Later that evening, Frank quietly pushed his Harley in front of Mildred's house... walked home.... and left it there all night.
You gotta love a biker!
ROTFLMAO!!! Love, love, love it! I hope I can remember this when I need a good joke to share! Thanks for the laugh!
ReplyDeleteAny time Lady R, Any time.
ReplyDeleteI'll try to keep em coming when I get a good one.
LOL! That was a good laugh. I know a couple of Mildreds myself.
ReplyDeleteDave,
ReplyDeleteWe're surrounded by Mildreds.
It's the Mildreds of the world that don't understand, that what they think of bikers is exactly the opposite of the way we really are. Bikers in general are some of the nicest people you will ever run into.
Dave,
ReplyDeleteP.S., for some reason when I read this joke the first time, I pictured you as the biker.!!! L.O.L.!!!
I thought that was funny, but then when I read the comment about you picturing Dave as the biker, it got even funnier. That is something he would do! LOL
ReplyDeleteB.B.,
ReplyDeleteYou gotta admit, he does look the part!