A Really Bad Day
Sent March 31, 2008
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little guy is sitting at the bar just staring at his drink for half an hour when
this big trouble-making biker steps next to him, grabs his drink and gulps it
down in one swig. The poor little guy starts crying.
"Come on man. I was just
giving you a hard time," the biker says. "I can't stand to see a man crying."
"This is the worst day of
my life," says the little guy between sobs. "I can't do anything right. I
overslept and was late to an important meeting, so my boss fired me. When I went
to the parking lot, I found my car was stolen and I don't have any insurance. I
grabbed a cab home but, after the cab left, I discovered my wallet was still in
the cab. At home I found my wife in bed with the gardener and my dog bit me. So
I came to this bar trying to work up the courage to put an end to my life, and
then you show up and drink the poison!"