There’s this little guy sitting inside a bar, just
looking at his drink. He stays like that for half-an-hour.
Then, this big trouble-making truck driver steps next
to him, takes the drink from the guy, and just 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 just can’t see a man crying.”
“No, it’s not that. Today day is the worst of my
life. First, I overslept and late to an important
meeting. My boss, outrageous, fired me.
When I left the building to my car, I found out it
was stolen. The police, they said they could do
nothing. I got a cab to return home, and after I paid
the cab driver and the cab had gone, I found that I
left my whole wallet in the cab.
I got home only to find my wife was in bed with the
gardener. I left home and came to this bar. And when
I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you
show up and drink my poison …”
Kelly Hale Community Member 
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