A barber stuck his head in the doorway of the barbershop and asked the barber, “How many people are waiting?” “Five,” the barber replied. The bro thanked him and left. The next day the biker was back, again asking the barber how many people were waiting. The barber replied “Six,” and again the bro thanked him and left. This went on every day for two weeks. Finally, getting pissed off about it, the barber told his helper, “That damned biker comes by here every day, askes how many people are waiting, and then just leaves. I want you to follow him and find out where he goes.” The next day, the biker poked his head in the barbershop and asked the usual question. After the barber told him seven, the bro thanked him enthusiastically and left with the barber’s helper right on his ass. The barber’s helper returned a short time later, completely winded. “Well? Well?” the barber demanded impatiently. “Where is that fella in such a hurry to go that he can’t wait in line?” After catching his breath, the helper replied, “Your house.”