A guy at a bar was just looking at his drink.
He stays like that for half of an hour.
Then, this big trouble-making truck driver steps next to him, takes the drink from the guy, and downs the drink.
The poor man starts crying.
The truck driver says, “Come on man, I was just joking.
Here, I’ll buy you another drink.
I just can’t stand to see a man cry.”
“No, it’s not that. This day is the worst of my life.
First, I fall asleep, and I go late to my office.
My boss, outrageous, fires me.
When I leave the building, to my car, I found out it was stolen.
The police said that they can do nothing.
I get a cab to return home, and when I leave it, I remember I left my wallet and credit cards there.
The cab driver just drives away.”
I go home, and when I get there, I find my wife in bed with the gardener.
I leave home and come to this bar.
…
And just when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you showed up and drank my poison.”
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Moral of the story – don’t drink your poison at a public bar 😉
