January 13, 2004

I guess it could always be worse

I don't think I have yet encountered a day as bad as the one this guy had in my entire 48+ years:


This little guy is sitting at the bar just staring at his drink. He's been sitting there for half an hour when this big trouble-making truck driver steps next to him, grabs his drink and gulps it down in one swig.

The poor little guy starts crying. "Come on man, I was just giving you a hard time," says the truck driver. "I'll buy you another drink. I just can't stand to see a man crying."

"This is the worst day of my life," says the little guy between sobs. "I can't do anything right. I overslept and was late to an important meeting, so my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my car stolen and I have no insurance. I grabbed a cab home but, I discovered I had forgotten my wallet in it. At home I found my wife in bed with the mailman. So I came to this bar and was thinking about putting an end to my life, and you show up and drink the damn poison!!

Poor guy!

I've got a good rope I could let him borrow.

I got it in my email from Cherry's Dadd. By the way, Cherry renamed Cherry's Ramblings to Revolving Corkscrew.

Posted by notGeorge at January 13, 2004 11:10 AM