I was sitting there 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.
"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 cyanide capsule in, and I 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?"
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