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Thursday, February 17, 2005

Don't Blame Me!


My dad e-mailed this joke to me. It's not my fault.
George, age 92, and Edith, age 89, had been seeing each other for two years when they decided that life was short and they might as well be together for the rest of their lives. Excited about their decision to become newlyweds, they went for a stroll to discuss the wedding and the plans that needed to be made. Along the way, they found themselves in front of a drugstore.

George said to his bride-to-be, "Let's go in, I have an idea."

They walked to the rear of the store and addressed the man behind the counter. "Are you the owner?" asked George.

The pharmacist answered, "Yes sir, I am. How may I help you?"

George, "Do you sell heart medications?"

Pharmacist, "Of course we do."

George, "How about support hose for circulation?"

Pharmacist, "Definitely."

George, "What about medications for rheumatism, osteoporosis and arthritis?"

Pharmacist, "All kinds."

George, "How about waterproof furniture pads and Depends?"

Pharmacist, "Yes sir."

George, "Hearing aids, denture supplies and reading glasses?"

Pharmacist, "Yes."

George, "What about eye drops, sleeping pills, Geritol, Preparation-H and ExLax?"

Pharmacist, "Absolutely."

George, "You sell wheelchairs, walkers and canes?"

Pharmacist, "All kinds and sizes. Why all these questions?"

George smiled, glanced shyly at Edith and replied to the pharmacist, "We've decided to get married and we'd like to use your store as our Bridal Registry."
Like I said. Don't blame me.



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