A friend sent this e-mail today, and for those of you who are feeling down, I hope this might make you smile!
Hell of a Day
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, Hell, enough about me, how are you doing?”