A Bad Day

A guy is sitting at the bar, just staring at his drink for half an hour when this big trouble-making biker steps next to him, grabs his drink, gulps it down in one swig and then turns to the guy with a menacing stare as if to say, “What’cha gonna do about it?”

The poor guy starts crying.

“Come on man, I was just giving you a hard time,” the biker says. “I didn’t think you’d CRY about it. I can’t stand to see a man cry.”

“This is the worst day of my life,” says the little guy between sobs. “I can not do anything right. I overslept and was late to an important meeting, so my boss fired me.  When I went to the parking lot, I found my car was stolen and I don’t have any insurance.  I left my wallet in the cab I took home.  I found my wife in bed with the gardener and then my dog bit me.  So I came to this bar trying to work up the courage to put an end to my life, and then you show up and drink the damn poison.”

I’ll be here all week.

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