There I was sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large, trouble-making
biker steps up next to me, grabs my drink and gulps it down in one swig.
"Well, whatcha' gonna do about it?", he says, menacingly, as I burst into
tears.
"Come on, man," the biker says, "I didn't think you'd CRY. I can't stand to see
a man crying."
"This is the worst day of my life," I say. "I'm a complete failure. I was late
to a meeting and my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my
car had been stolen and I don't have any insurance. I left my wallet in the cab
I took home. I found my wife with another man and then my dog bit me."
"So I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all, I buy a
drink, I drop a capsule in and sit here watching the poison dissolve; then you
show up and drink the whole thing! That's how my day is going!!!"
