The Insulting Druggist

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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 on the phone 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 3 words out, the druggist interrupted him: “Now, just a minute! Listen to my side of the story. 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. Later, when I was about three blocks from the store, I had a flat tire. When I finally got to the store, a mob of people were waiting for me to open. I got the store opened and started waiting on these people, and all the while, the damn phone was ringing off the hook.

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 them up, and the phone was still ringing. When I stood up, I cracked my head open on the cash drawer, which made me stagger back against a showcase full of perfume bottles. Nearly half of them hit the floor and broke.

Meanwhile, the phone is still ringing with no let up, 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 mister, as God is my witness, all I did was tell her!”

Moral of the story : Sometimes "the other side of the story" is more pathetic than the original one..