Subject: The Pharmicist


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 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 there was a bunch
of people waiting for me to open up. I got the store

opened and started waiting on these people, and 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.