A man was sitting alone in a tavern pondering over his drink, when a large, trouble-making, gang member sat down next to him, grabbed his drink and gulps it down in one swig.
"Well, whatcha' looking at?" he says, menacingly, as the man burst into tears. "Oh 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," the man begins...
"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 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 thing! ...But enough about me, how are you doing?"