Upon arriving home a husband was met at the door by >> > his sobbing wife. Tearfully, she explained, "The >> > local pharmacist insulted me dreadfully this >> > morning. I had to call several times before he >> > would even answer the phone." Immediately the >> > husband drove downtown to confront the druggist and >> > demand an apology. Before he could get three words >> > out, the druggist interrupted him; "Now, just a >> > minute! Listen to my side of the story first. This >> > morning, the alarm failed to go off, so I was late >> > getting up. I left without eating breakfast and >> > hurried out to the car, only to realize that I had >> > locked the house with both house and car keys still >> > inside. So I had to break a bedroom window and >> > crawl inside to get my keys. Then driving a little >> > too fast I got a speeding ticket. About three >> > blocks from the store, I had a flat tire, and when I >> > finally got to the store, a mob of people were >> > waiting for me to open. I got the store open and >> > started waiting on these people, and all the while, >> > the phone was ringing off the hook. To make change >> > I had to break a roll of nickles against the cash >> > register drawer and they spilled all over the floor. >> > I got down on my hands and knees to pick them up >> > and the phone was still ringing. When I stood up I >> > cracked my head on the cash drawer which made me >> > stagger back against a showcase of perfume bottles. Nearly half of them fell and broke. Meanwhile, the >> > phone is still ringing with no letup, and when I >> > finally staggered back to answer it. It was your >> > wife. She wanted to know how to use a rectal >> > thermometer. And believe me, Mr. As God is my >> > witness, all I did was tell her."