Upon arriving home, a husband was met at the door by his sobbing wife.
Tearfully she explained. It’s the chemist. 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 down to confront the chemist and demand an apology. Before he could say more than a sentence or two, the chemist told him. Now, just a minute mate, 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 streets from the shop, I had a flat tire.
When I finally got to the shop, a number of people were waiting for me to open up. I got the shop opened and started serving these people, all the time the damn phone never stopped ringing.
He continued, then I had to break open a bag of coins against the cash register drawer to give change and they spilled all over the floor, so I had to get down on my hands and knees to pick up the coins, and all the while the phone was still ringing!
When I stood up, I bumped my head hard on the open cash drawer, which made me stagger back against a showcase with bottles of expensive perfumes 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, mate, as God is my witness, all I did was tell her.