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 grown 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 cyanide capsule in and
sit here watching the poison dissolve, and then you show up and drink the whole
dang thing ! But heck, enough about me, how are you doing ?"
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