When a woman entered the pharmacy, she approached the pharmacist and stated to him, staring into his eyes,
“I want to purchase some cyanide.”
Why on earth do you need cyanide, the pharmacist questioned.
“I need it to poison my husband,” the woman said.
“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 us both in jail! All kinds of awful things will happen. Absolutely not! You CANNOT have any cyanide!” the pharmacist cried, his eyes growing wide.
The woman took out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist’s wife from her purse.
You didn’t tell me you had a prescription, so that’s different, the pharmacist said after taking a look at the picture.