The Pharmacist
Upon arriving home, a husband was met at the door by
his sobbing wife.
Tearfully she explained, "It's the druggist. He
insulted me terribly this
morning on the phone. I had to call multiple times
before he would even
answer the
phone."
Immediately, the husband drove downtown to confront
the druggist and demand
an apology.
Before he could say more than a word or two, the
druggist told him, "Now,
just a minute, listen to my side of it. This morning
the alarm failed to go
off, so I was late getting up. I went without
breakfast and hurried out to
the car, just to realize that I'd locked the house
with both house and car
keys inside and had to break a window to get my
keys.
"Then, driving a little too fast, I got a speeding
ticket.
Later, when I was about three blocks from the store,
I had a flat tire."
"When I finally got to the store a bunch of people
were waiting for me to
pen up. I got the store opened and started waiting
on these people, all
the time the darn phone was ringing off the
hook."
He continued, "Then I had to break a roll of nickels
against the cash
register drawer to make change, and they spilled all
over the floor. I had
to get down on my hands and knees to pick up the
nickels and the phone was
still ringing. When I came up I cracked my head on
the open cash drawer,
which made me stagger back against a showcase with a
bunch of perfume
bottles on it. Half of them hit the floor and
broke."
Meanwhile, the phone is still ringing with no let
up, and I finally got
back to answer it. It was your wife. She wanted to
know how to use a rectal
thermometer.
And believe me mister, as God is my witness, all I
did was tell her."
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Sunday, June 2, 2013
The Pharmacist
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