HAVING A BAD DAY

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 SAID.

"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?"