[2668] in Humor
Druggist's Bad Day!
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Descent God)
Wed Feb 17 16:58:59 1999
From: "Descent God" <descentr3@hotmail.com>
To: autodeletion@hotmail.com, humor@MIT.EDU
Date: Wed, 17 Feb 1999 13:56:23 PST
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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