A short guy is sitting at a bar just staring at his drink for half an hour when this big, trouble-making biker steps next to him, grabs his drink, gulps it down in one swig and then turns to the guy with a menacing stare as if to say, 'What'cha gonna do about it?"

The poor little guy starts crying.  

"Come on man, I was just giving you a hard time," 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," says the little guy between sobs.  "I can't do anything right. I overslept and was late to an important meeting, so my boss fired me.  When I went to the parking lot, I found my car was stolen and I don't have any insurance.  I left my wallet in the cab I took home."  He continues, crying even harder.  "Then I found my wife in bed with the gardener and my dog bit me.  So, I came to this bar trying to work up the courage to put an end to my life, and then you show up and drink the damn poison."