Here 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.
