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 said. "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 it and sit here watching the poison dissolve.
Then you show up and drink the whole damn thing! But, Hell, enough about me, how are you doing?"