"Well, what'cha 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 grown
man cry."
"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 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 arsenic dissolve. Then some jack-ass shows
up and drinks the whole thing!"
"But enough about me, how's your day going?"
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