There I was is 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 all 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 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 jack-ass, you show up and drink the whole thing! 

But enough about me, how's your day going?"