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."

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 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. Later, when I was 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
off the hook."

He continued, "Then I had to bak 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 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, I TOLD HER!"