Bikers and Bear Claws
This just happened Saturday afternoon on the west side of Las Vegas.
Marieta went shopping at Smiths grocery store and right next door is the Black Bear Diner at Sahara and Durango and, of course, I can’t resist their fresh daily homemade mini pies.
So, I told her I’m going to go get some pies while she does the shopping and as I walk along the strip mall there’s four guys all camped there with a bunch of gear and two of them are sleeping underneath the shade. I’m figuring they’re homeless people because they looked to be worn out by life. Way too tan. Long beards. Soiled clothes. Sometimes I do this, and when I got to the Black Bear Diner I said give me a couple of bear claws out of the cooler which are excellent and I’ll give it to the homeless guys.
Next, I came out with a few pies and the bear claws and handed them these big cold delicious bear claws and told him how good they were at the Black Bear Diner and they looked at me kind of funny. I guess people can be pretty cruel and not very generous and this was something that weren’t used to. One guy took the pastries, opened them up, split then into quarters, started eating them and thanked me. I thought — well, that’s a nice thing to do and it really didn’t cost me very much money and I went in shopping at Smiths.
About 20 minutes later, we were done shopping and I came outside and as I’m loading up the car I noticed these four guys were all gearing up to go. They all had Harley Davidsons! I mean, those bikes are like $30K or $40k a piece. I just looked over at them and thought — well, it’s the thought that counts, right?
I snapped this photo of the bikers after they wolfed down my bear claws.Read More