The druggist...
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 open 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."
