Pharmacist's Monday Morning

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. I had to call multiple times before he would even
answer 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 realise 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, 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, all the time the darn phone was
ringing off the hook."

He continued, "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 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, as God is my witness, all I did was tell her."