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, and when I got home I found my old lady in bed with the gardener, and then even 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 the capsules in and sit here watching the arsenic dissolve. Then some stranger shows up and drinks the whole thing!" ... "So, how's things with you .. oh, you don't look very well ..."