The Irate Pharmacist

When he arrived home from work one day, Mike was met at the door by his sobbing wife.

Tearfully she explained to him what had happened…

“It’s the pharmacist. He insulted me terribly this morning on the phone. I had to call multiple times before he would even answer the phone.”

Immediately, Mike leapt into his car, and drove downtown to confront the pharmacist and demand an apology.

Before he could say more than a word or two, the pharmacist halted him and asked Mike to isten to his side of the story…

“This morning the alarm failed to go off”, said the pharmacist, “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” the pharmacist continued, “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, and all the time the danged phone was ringing off the hook, and it was driving me crazy.”

The pharmacist went on with his story…

“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 just kept on ringing and 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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