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 protective husband drove downtown to
demand an apology from the druggist. Before the
husband could say more than a word or two, the druggist
told him, "Now, just a minute... you gotta listen to my
side of it: This morning my alarm failed to go off, so
I was late getting up. I went without breakfast and
hurried to the car. Then I realized I had turned the
lock on the front door, leaving house and car keys
inside on the night stand. I had to break the bedroom
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 reached the store there was a crowd of
impatient people, waiting for me to open. I heard the
phone ringing off its hook as I unlocked the door, and
it continued ringing as I tried to handle the
customers. In my haste to break a roll of nickels
against the cash register drawer to make change, they
dropped all over the floor. I had to get down on my
hands and knees to pick them up. The phone was still
ringing and as I got up from the floor, I cracked my
head on the open cash drawer, which made me stagger
against a showcase containing a display of perfume
bottles...half of the bottles fell to the tile floor,
spilling the liquid, stinking up the place, and
splinters of glass everywhere."
"The phone continued to ring...with no let up. When I
finally managed to say 'hello', it was your wife. She
wanted to know how to use a rectal thermometer...and I
TOLD HER!!!!" |
