재수 옴 붙은 날

 IT'S JUST NOT MY DAY ! ! ! ! !  

There I was, sitting at the bar staring at my drink when a large,

trouble-making 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 burst into tears.
"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 old lady 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 jack-ass, YOU show up and

drink the whole thing! But enough about me,

How's your day going?"