A nice, calm and respectable lady went into the pharmacy,
right up to the pharmacist, looked straight into his eyes, and said,
“I would like to buy some cyanide.” The pharmacist asked, “Why
in the world do you need cyanide?” The lady replied, “I need it
to poison my husband.” The pharmacists eyes got big and he exclaimed,
“Lord have mercy! I can’t give you cyanide to kill your husband! That’s
against the law! I’ll lose my license! They’ll throw both of us in jail! All
kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any
cyanide!” The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of her
husband in bed with the pharmacist’s wife. The pharmacist looked at the
picture and replied, “Well now. That’s different. You didn’t tell me you had a prescription.”