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."