trouble making biker steps up next to me, grabs my drink
and gulps it down in one swig.
"Well, watcha' 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 didn'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 it 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?
