JohnthePilot

Upon arriving home, a husband was met at the door by his sobbing wife. Tearfully she explained, "It's the pharmacist.He insulted me terribly this morning on the phone. "Immediately, the husband drove to town to confront the phamacist and demand an apology.

Before he could say more than a word or two, the phamacist interrupted him. "Now, just a minute," he said "listen to my side of the story. This morning my alarm clock failed to go off, so I was late getting up. I went without breakfast and hurried out to the car, only to realize that I locked the house with both house and car keys inside.

"I had to break a window to get my keys. Then, driving a little too fast, I got a speeding ticket. When I was about three streets from the store, I got a flat tyre. When I finally got here, there was a bunch of people waiting for me to open up. I got the store opened and started serving people and, all the time, the damn phone was ringing." He continued, "Then I had to open a roll of coins against the cash register drawer to get some change, and they spilled all over the floor. I got down on my hands and knees to pick up the coins. The damn 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 of perfume bottles. . . . all of them hit the floor and broke."

"Meanwhile, the damn phone was still ringing with no let up, and I finally got 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."