The End

For more than an hour, a scrawny, geek of a guy had sat at the bar staring down into his glass

Suddenly a burly truck driver loped across the room, sat down next to him and drank the guy’s drink. The poor fellow burst out crying.

“Oh, come on, pal,” the trucker said, “I was just 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 bed with our 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.”