I guess it's all in the way you word it. Or maybe in the tone of your
voice.
Or maybe in the volume of the voice.
Or maybe it was just the way he felt at that time.
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, "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, just to realize that I'd locked the house with both
house and car keys in side 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 tell her."
voice.
Or maybe in the volume of the voice.
Or maybe it was just the way he felt at that time.
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, "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, just to realize that I'd locked the house with both
house and car keys in side 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 tell her."