There was a guy at a bar, just looking at his drink. He stays there for a half hour.
Then a big trouble making truck driver steps next to him, takes the drink from the guy and just drinks it all down.
The poor man starts crying.
The truck driver says, “Come on man, I was just joking. Here, I’ll buy you another drink. I just can’t stand to see a man cry.”
“No, it’s not that,” the man replies, wiping his tears,
“This day is the worst of my life. First, I oversleep and I go in late to my office. My outraged boss fires me.
When I leave the building to go to my car, I find out it was stolen. The police say they can do nothing.
I get a cab to go home and when I get out, I remember I left my wallet. The cab driver just drives away.
I go inside my house where I find my wife in bed with the gardener. I leave my home, come to this bar,
Just when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink my poison.”