Bloody phone.

Arriving home, a husband was met by his sobbing wife.
Tearfully she explained, “The Chemist. He insulted me this morning on the phone.
I had to call multiple times before he would even answer the phone.”

The husband drove down to confront the Chemist to demand an apology.
Before he could say more than a word or two, the Chemist said “Now, just a minute
mate, hear my side of it.

This morning the alarm failed to go off, so I was late.
Without breakfast I hurried out to the car, to realise I’d locked the house with 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.

About three streets from the store, I had a flat tyre.”

“When I finally got to the store a bunch of people were waiting for me to open up.
I started waiting on these people, all the time the damn phone never stopped ringing.”

“Then I had to break open a bag of pound coins against the cash register drawer to give change, and they spilled all over the floor

I had to get down on my hands and knees to pick up the pound coins and the phone was still fuckin ringing.
When I came up I cracked my head 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 fuckin ringing with no let up, and I finally got to answer it.

It was your wife. She wanted to know how to use a rectal thermometer.

Left by eaf143

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