Bad Day.
There I was sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large, trouble-making biker stepped up next to me,
grabbed my drink and gulped it down in one swig.
"Well, what are you gonna do about it?" he said, menacingly?
I looked at him and suddenly burst into tears.
Oh, come on, man," the biker said, "I didn't think you'd CRY. I can't stand to see a man crying."
"This is the worst day of my life," I said. "I'm a complete failure. I was late to a meeting and my boss fired me.
When I went to the parking lot, I found my car had been stolen and I don't have any insurance. I left my wallet
in the cab I took home. I found my wife in bed with another man...and then, my dog bit me.
So I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all. I buy a drink, I drop a capsule in and sit
here watching the poison dissolve; and then you show up and drink the whole damn thing!"
But, hell, enough about me. How you doing?
Just passing a laugh along I hope.
There are days when absolutely nothing goes with the plan...
Pass that buck, move on to something better!
Why do I picture some bar in Kansas with you at the stool and this actually happening. You strike me as a person that could come up with a reply at the drop of a hat in a situation like that.
What else could have been said? { A lot of things!!! }
Vivid imagination?
some think in the box.
some one the inside edge.
some one the outside edge.
some I have said enough. [ for now ]
Where is the box?
I think you know only to well.
EasternOZ wrote:
Big stick?
Eastern getting ready for another one
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