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.

“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 it and sit here watching the poison dissolve; then

you show up and drink the whole thing!