the worst day of my life
For more than an hour the scrawny guy sat at the bar staring down in his glass. Suddenly a burly truck driver loped across the room, sat down next to him and drank the guys drink. The poor fellow burst out crying.
“Oh, come on, pal,” the trucker said. “I was joking. Here, I’ll buy you another drink.”
“No, that’s not it,” the man replied. “This has been the worst day of my life. I overslept, was late for work and got fired. When I left the office I found that my car had been stolen. I hailed a cab to go home but realized I had left my wallet at the house, so I walked the six miles home. Then I found my wife in the bed with my neighbor, so I grabbed my wallet and came here. And just when I was thinking about putting an end to my life,” the guy sighed, “you show up and drink my poison.”