An Old Biker

A veteran biker on a long summer ride in the country pulls into a tavern in the middle of nowhere, parks his bike and walks inside.

As he passes through the swinging doors, he sees a sign hanging over the bar:

COLD BEER - £2.00
HAMBURGER - £2.50
CHEESEBURGER - £3.00
CHICKEN SANDWICH - £3.50
HAND JOB - £25.00

Checking his wallet to be sure he has the necessary cash, the old biker walks up to the bar and beckons to an exceptionally attractive female bartender who is serving drinks to a couple of farm workers.

She glides down behind the bar to the old biker.

"Yes?" she enquires with a wide, knowing smile, "Can I help you?"

The old biker leans over the bar, "I was wondering young lady," he whispers, "are you the one who gives the hand jobs?"

She looks into his eyes and with a wide smile she purrs, "Why yes, I sure am."

The old biker leans closer and whispers softly to her, "Well, wash your hands real good, cause I'd like a cheeseburger."