And...
There I was is 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 old lady in bed with
the gardener, 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,
you jack-ass, show up and drink the whole thing!"
"But enough about me, how's your day going?"