Druggist’s Bad Day

Upon arriving home in eager anticipation of a leisurely  evening, the 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.”

Immediately the husband drove downtown to accost  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,  but I’ll be damned if I didn’t lock the house with both  house and car keys inside.  I had to break a window  to get my keys.  Driving a little too fast, I got a speeding  ticket.  Then, 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 its head off.   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 got down on my hands and knees to  pick up the nickels - the phone is 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, and half of them  hit the floor and broke.  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.  Well, Mister, I TOLD HER!”

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October 5, 2005 | Filed Under Women, Doctor 

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