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Originally Posted by chuck90199

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," I said. "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 wife in bed with another man, and then my dog bit me. I came to this bar to work up the courage to put an end to it all.”

“So,” I continued, “I buy a drink, drop a capsule in, and sit here watching the poison dissolve. Then you show up and drink the whole damn thing!”

"But, enough about me, how are you doing?"

I needed that today.

If only I could tell the story of the biker gang member I represented while a law student and Student Director of Legal Assistance to Minnesota Prisoners. I cannot because 1. It would not be suitable for this forum and 2. It would probably violate lawyer/client confidentiality even if that was 27 years or so ago and I do not even remember the motorcycle gang or the name of the man.