A sweet, calm, and respectable Jewish lady entered a pharmacy, approached the pharmacist, and looking deeply into his eyes, said:
— I would like to buy some cyanide … .
— Why do you need cyanide?!
— To poison my husband … The pharmacist’s eyes widened, and he exclaimed:
— Lord have mercy! I can’t give you cyanide, it’s illegal! I’ll lose my license! You’ll go to jail and so will I! No, I won’t sell it, no matter the price!
The lady reached into her purse and pulled out a photo of her husband in bed with the pharmacist’s wife.
— Ma’am! You should have said right away that you have a prescription!
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