Subject: How's Your Day Going?
There I was, sitting at the bar, staring at my drink, when a
really big, 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 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 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 it and
sit here watching the poison dissolve. Then you, you arsehole,
show up and drink the whole thing!! But enough about me,
how's your day going?"
