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.

"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?"