Talk About A Bad Day
A little guy is sitting at the bar just staring at his drink 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 truckdriver. "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 was stolen and I have no insurance. I grabbed a cab home but, after the cab left, I discovered my wallet was still in the cab. At home I found my wife in bed with the neighbor. So I came to this bar trying to work up the courage to put an end to my life. And then you show up and drink the poison."
3 Comments:
It sounds like "my" kind a luck!
Which one though???
Doesn't matter. With your luck you would take the poison and it wouldn't work!
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