A little guy is sitting at the bar.
He had been staring at his drink for some time when this big, trouble-making biker steps in 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 didn't think you'd cry over it. 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 left my wallet in the cab I took 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 end to my life.
And then you bastard showed up and drank the poison."
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