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. 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?"