A guy was sitting in the bar, trying to drink off a bad day and then this happened.

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 tears welled in my eyes.

“Come on, man,” the biker says, “I didn’t think you’d CRY. I can’t stand to see a man tearing up.”

“This is the worst day of my life.”

I respond:

“I’m a complete failure…

…I was late to a meeting and my boss sacked me.

 When I went to the parking lot, I found my car had been stolen. I found my wife with another man…and then my dog bit me.”

I paused.

“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 show up and drink the whole thing!”

The man is startled.

“But enough about me, how’s your going?”