There I was is 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 old lady in bed with the gardener 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, you jack-ass, show
up and drink the whole thing!
But enough about me, how?s your day going??
Topic: Trouble Maker (Read 1203 times)
