How’s Your Day Goin….?

There I was is 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 old
lady 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
poison dissolve. Then you, you jack-ass, show up and drink the whole
thing! But enough about me, how’s your day going?”

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