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; and then you show up and drink the whole damn thing!



But, enough about me, how are you doing?"

One ray of sunshine