Bad Day ...

"Well, what'cha 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 grown 

man cry."

"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 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 and sit here 

watching the arsenic dissolve.  Then some jack-ass shows 

up and drinks the whole thing!"  

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