A short guy is sitting at a bar just staring at his drink for half an
hour when this big trouble-making biker steps next to him, grabs his
drink, gulps it down in one swig and then turns to the guy with a
menacing stare as if to say, 'What'cha gonna do about it?"
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. 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. "He continues crying even harder. "Then 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 put an end to my life, and then
you show up and drink the bleedin' poison."