A man is sitting alone in a bar staring at a drink. In walks a surly, tatted-up biker. He sees the man sitting alone, walk over, picks up the man’s drink, and downs it in one go. He then looks at the man and says, “What are ya gonna do about it, huh?”

The man suddenly starts to break down crying. The biker says then says, “Sheesh man, there’s nothing I hate worse than seeing a grown-ass man cry. What the hell are you blabbering about?”

The man sniffles and begins to tell his story: “Well, first, I was late to work today. My boss told me if I was late one more time this year, he’d fire me. Well, when I got to the office, my boss called me up and fired me. I walked out into the parking lot to leave, but I found out my car had been stolen. Then, I called a cab to take me home. However, after I got out, I realized I left my wallet, my phone, and my house keys in the cab. I took out the spare key under the mat and opened the door, only to find my wife buck naked and in the bed with my neighbor. Well, after all that I decided to come here and end it all. I sat down, ordered a drink, and decided to drop a poison pill in it and then gulp it down. It had just finished dissolving when you walked in. But enough about me. How was your day?”