... Muffy approached the big Harley at one end of the row. She turned, winked at him, then shoved it with all her might.
Nothing happened.
"Huh?", muttered Muffy. Then, she realized that the kick stand had held it up. "Dang it!", she said. "I guess I'll have to go to the other end of the row, and push from that side."
As she started to walk around the row of bikes, her engineer companion's eyes got bigger and bigger. He just knew his newly found nubile companion was going to get him in deep doo-doo.
Muffy gathered up all her strength, and shoved mightily against the bike on the other end of the row. There they went. One by one, each one colliding into the bike beside it, falling down like dominoes. What a racket they made!
But, strangely, there was no response from inside the biker bar. Nobody came out to check on the noise of metal crashing against metal. Muffy's engineer companion couldn't believe it. He had expected the door to burst open at any second, and 30 angry bikers to come flying out to avenge the action against their bikes. Puzzled, he walked over to the bar's door and peeked inside, hoping he wouldn't get killed by an irate biker.
But, inside, everybody was asleep. Their heads resting lightly on the bar room's tables.
"Say, what???", squeeked the surprised engineer. Then, he realized what had caused this bizarre scene.
The bartender, John-John-John, was monotonously carrying on and on (and on, and on, and on, and ...) about something that none of the bikers cared about. He was always boring, but this time he was particularly boring. So much so, that everybody had fallen asleep. They were all resting peacefully, dreaming of their beautiful Harleys.
"Phew!" thought the engineer. "That was lucky!"
He noticed that several of the bikers had all gathered around Al-len's bar stool, and had fallen asleep with their head on the bar. "That figures", said the engineer. "Everybody loves Al-len. He's a popular guy.".
He gently closed the bar room door, grabbed Muffy's hand, and ran towards the trailer park. |
