A short guy is sitting at a bar just staring at his drink for half an hour when this big trouble-making central banker 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 banker 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 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."
This joke is current situation of many people. You said your point brilliantly. Seriously, these banks are trying to catch our last breath too.
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