Duh

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.

Heh!