Monday, October 28, 2013

Bad Day


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 I burst into tears.

"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," 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, there 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 capsule in and sit here watching the poison dissolve. Then you show up and drink the whole thing!

But enough about me, how's your day going?"



5 comments:

Reader Wil said...

Oops!!Bad day indeed!
I hope you had a great birthday!
Wil

Jackie said...

Thou shalt not steal....
Biker learned a lesson the hard way.

Barbara Farr said...
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Barbara Farr said...

Oops!

Terra said...

I did NOT expect that ending.