>A woman walks into a drugstore and asks the
>druggist for some arsenic.
> The druggist asks "Ma'am, what do you want with
>arsenic?"
> "To kill my husband."
> "I'm sorry Ma'am, I can't sell you any for that
>reason."
> The woman then hands him a photo of a man and a
>woman in a compromising position. The man is her
>husband, and the woman is the druggist's wife.
> He looks at the photo and says, "My apologies, I
>didn't realize you had a prescription."