My husband and I had dinner at a Mexican restaurant the other night.
When we were leaving, we went through the bar area to go out the back door.
There was a large group of burly, leather-clad biker dudes in there having a meeting of some sort.
One burly leather-clad biker dude was standing in front of everyone, speaking.
This is what I heard:
"I've been a member of this writers' club for almost ten years now and blah blah blah."
Me to husband: A writers' club! Wow! That's cool.
Husband to me (with look of incredulity on his face): Not writers' club, you ninny, RIDERS' club.
Me to husband: Oh.