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 the story. This morning the alarm failed to go off, so I was late getting up. Because of the my tardiness I skipped breakfast as I hurried out to my car, that's when I realized that I had locked the house with both house and car keys inside the house. Therefore, I had to break a window to get my keys. Then, driving a little too fast, I was awarded a speeding ticket. Later, when I was about three blocks from the store, I had a flat tire. When I finally arrived at the store a bunch of people was waiting for me to open up.
I opened the store and began waiting on customers, all the time the darn phone was ringing off the hook. At this point, I had to break a roll of nickels against the cash register drawer to make change, and they spilled all over the floor. I got down on my hands and knees to pick up the nickels and the phone was still ringing. When I raised up I cracked my head on the open cash drawer, which caused me to stagger backwards into a perfume showcase holding several bottles of perfume. Half of the bottles fell to 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, God as my witness, all I did was answer
her question.
2007-11-14
01:19:04
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