How's Your Day Going?

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?"