There was a little old lady, about 65 years old, who went to the counter at her local drugstore.
“I need some poison,” the lady demanded.
Unsure if the employee heard her correctly, he slightly narrowed his eyes and asked her, “I’m sorry, ma’am, could you repeat the request please?”
“Give me some poison. I need some poison,” she said swiftly, demanding that the man grant her desire.
“Ma’am,” he began, “I’m terribly sorry, but... I’m afraid I can’t just give you the poison for which you’re asking. Are you having a rodent problem?”
The woman looked at the man and hesitantly said, “Not exactly... but I do need to rid myself of a pestilence.”
“Okay, and what kind of animal would that be?” asked the employee.
“It’s my damn husband,” she said hatefully. “Now you give me that there poison.”
ma’am! I-I’m sorry, I can’t give you poison if you’re going to use it on somebody!” The employee said. “What on Earth could be so horrid that you feel you’d need to do this?!”
“That old son of a bitch is cheating on me,” said the old woman, reaching into her pocket. “I’ve got pictures of it to prove it.”
“Ma’am, I’m legally required to call some authorities at this point— do you realize that you’re asking me to help you kill your own husband?!” the employee asked, with a very frightened tone in his voice.
“Yes, I do,” the old lady said sternly, “and I’ll keep on asking until you give me what I came for. I’ve got the pictures to show you, if you don’t believe me. Take a look.”
She placed the photographs face-down on the counter.
“Ma’am, if I just look at the photos,” he began to ask, “can you promise not to kill your husband, and to drop this whole big thing?”
“I reckon so,” she said, “but I’ll be damned if that old coot’s gonna be cheating on me. Go ahead now, boy, look!”
The employee reached down and grabbed the 3 photos.
When he got to the 3rd photograph, he realized that the woman in bed with the old man was his (the employee’s) own wife.
The employee’s face grew red with anger, and a smile came across his face. Not one of happiness, but rather, one of sheer insanity.
“Oh, ma’am,” he said. “I’m so sorry about your wait. I didn’t realize you had a prescription.”
He then reached under the table and pulled out the biggest bag of rat poison in the establishment.
“Free of charge!” he said with a smile. “Have a great day!”