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 is the worst day of my life. First, I overslept and was late for an important meeting. My boss fired me. Then I found my car was stolen. The police said they could do nothing. I got a cab to return home, and after I paid the driver and it had gone, I found I left my wallet in the cab. I got home to find my wife 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.”