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 order 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?""