A fellow is standing at a bar, just looking at his drink.(1) For a solid half-hour, he just stares at it. Suddenly, a big trouble-making truck driver steps up next to him, takes the drink and chugs it down. The poor schlemiel starts crying.
The truck driver says, "Come on man, I was just joking. Here, I'll buy you another drink. I can't stand to see a man cry."
"You don't understand," says the first fellow. "This day is the worst day of my life. First, I sleep through the alarm this morning and get into the office late. My boss fires me on the spot.
"I leave the building to go to my car and find, that in just the few minutes I had been inside, it had been stolen. The police were no help; they say I am probably out of luck. No DUH!
"Luck? I get a cab to return home, and when I leave it,…