There was this guy at a bar, looking mournfully at his drink. He stays like that for a half hour. Then a big trouble making truck driver steps next to him, takes the drink from the guy, and drinks it all down. The poor man starts crying.

The truck driver says, “Come on man, I was just joking. Here, I’ll buy you another drink. I can’t stand to see a man cry.”

“No, it’s not that,” the man replies, wiping his tears, “This day is the worst of my life. First, I oversleep and go in late to my office. My boss fires me. When I leave the building to go to my car, I find out it was stolen. The police say they can do nothing. I get a cab to go home, and after I get out, I remember I left my wallet inside but the cab driver has already driven away. I go inside my house where I find my wife in bed with the gardener. I leave my home, come to this bar, and  just when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink my poison.”