What a day

There's this guy on 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. This day is the worst of my life. First, I fall
asleep,  and I go late to my office. My boss, outrageous, fires
me.  When I leave the building, to my car, I found out it was
stolen. The police, they say they can do nothing. I get a cab to
return home, and  when I leave it, I remember I left my wallet
and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away. I go
home, and when I get there, I find my  wife in bed with the
gardener. I leave home, and come to this bar. And when I was
thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink
my  poison . . ."