A little guy is sitting at the bar just staring at his drink for half an hour when this big trouble-making truck driver steps next to him, grabs his drink and gulps it down in one swig. The poor little guy starts crying.
Come on man, I was just giving you a hard time,” says the truck driver. “I’ll buy you another drink. I just 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 have no insurance.
I grabbed a cab home but, after the cab left, I discovered my wallet was still in the cab. At home I found my wife in bed with the gardener. 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.”
via email from Duane McD, Fri, 10 Sep 2004 10:08:15 -0500Just like the definition of resentment, “When you take the poison expecting the other guy to die.”