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.
"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?"
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His day just got a lot worse
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