There I was is sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large, troublemaking biker steps up next to me, grabs my drink and gulps it down in one swig.
?Well, whatcha gonna do about it?? he says, menacingly, as I suddenly burst into tears.
?Oh, come on, man,? the biker says, ?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 say. ?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 the gardener, 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; then you, you jackass, show up and drink the whole thing! But enough about me, how?s your day going.
Jim
Topic: Biker bullying. (Read 1369 times)