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 damn 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!