Here I was sitting at the bar

Here 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! “But enough about me, how’s your day going?”