A man went into the local drugstore, barged his way through to the counter and accused the pharmacist of being rude to his wife. The Pharmacist had tried to explain, but before he could say more than a word or two, the man jumped onto the counter and grabbed him.
“Just a minute,” pleaded the pharmacist, “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 hadn’t locked the house with both house and car keys inside.
I had to break a window to get my keys. So now I was late … 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 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, and half of them hit the floor and broke. You can imagine.
The phone was still ringing, and I finally got to answer it. It was your wife. She wanted to know how to use a rectal thermometer. And Mister, I told her!”