Posted by: coastcontact | January 25, 2015

It’s 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.”

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