How’s Your Day Going

Here 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?”