Hell of a Day
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.
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 and sit here watching the poison dissolve; and
then you show up and drink the whole damn thing!
But, hell, enough about me, how are you doing?"