A man got a phone call at work from his sobbing wife. Through her tears, she said, “It’s the pharmacist. I just called him with a question and he insulted me terribly!” “I’ll talk to him right now,” said the husband as he headed out to the drugstore. Finding the druggist, he started to demand an apology, but before he could say more than few words, the druggist said, “Hang on a minute and hear my side of the story: This morning my alarm failed to go off, so I got up late, left without breakfast and hurried to my car, only to realize that I had locked all my keys inside the house! I had to break a window just to get my keys. By then, I was really late, so I drove too fast and got a speeding ticket. When I was about a half mile from the store, my car died and wouldn’t restart so I ran the rest of the way here. There was a crowd of customers waiting for the drugstore to open, but every time I tried to wait on someone the damn phone would ring. Then I needed change, so I broke a roll of quarters against the register drawer and they fell all over the floor. I got down on my hands and knees to pick them up when the phone rang again. As I raised up to answer the phone, I cracked my head on the open cash drawer, which made me stagger back and knock over a perfume display which fell on the floor breaking every damned bottle! Now the place smells like a cheap brothel, the customers are complaining, and phone is still ringing, and I finally answered it and it was your wife asking me how to use a rectal thermometer. And believe me, mister, with God is my witness, all I did was tell her!”