A crusty old biker, on a summer ride in the country, walks into a tavern and sees a sign hanging over the bar which reads:

CHEESEBURGER: $1.50

CHICKEN SANDWICH: $2.50

HAND JOB: $1000

Checking his wallet for the necessary payment,

he walks up to the bar and beckons to the exceptionally attractive female bartender serving drinks to a meager looking group of farmers.

“Yes?” she inquires with a knowing smile,

“Can I help you?”

“I was wondering,” whispers the old biker,

“are you the young lady who gives the hand-jobs?”

“Yes,” she purrs, “I am.”

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The old biker replies, “Well wash your hands, I want a cheeseburger.”