A crusty old Harley biker out on a long summer ride in the country around Bishop's Stortford, pulls into a pub in the middle of nowhere, parks his bike, and walks inside.
As he passes through the door, he sees a sign hanging over the bar:
COLD BEER: £2.00
HAMBURGER: £2.25
CHEESEBURGER: £2.50
CHICKEN SANDWICH: £3.50
HAND JOB: £25.00
Checking his wallet to be sure he has the necessary payment, the Essex Chapter biker walks up to the bar and beckons to the exceptionally attractive female bartender who is serving drinks to a couple of wrinkled farmers.
She glides down behind the bar to the Harley biker.
"Yes?" she inquires with a wide, knowing smile, "may I help you?"
The biker leans over the bar, "I was wondering," he whispers, "are you the one who gives the hand-jobs?"
She looks into his eyes with that wide smile and purrs "Why yes, yes, I'm the girl".
The biker leans closer and into her left ear whispers softly, "Well, wash your hands really well, because I want a cheeseburger".
Stephen