and you think you are having a bad day

Pearl_girl

:laugh:
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, "[U]Now, just a minute, listen to my side of it[/U]. 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 realize 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 answer her
question. :laugh:

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