A well-respected lady goes into the pharmacy, walks up to the pharmacist, looks at him in the eye and says: “I would like to buy some cyanide.”

The pharmacist asks: “Why in the world do you need cyanide?”

The lady replies: “I need it to poison my husband.”

The pharmacist’s eyes got big. “Lord have mercy! I can’t give you cyanide to kill your husband. That’s murder! Ill become an accomplice. I’ll lose my license! We’ll both go to jail! All kinds of bad things will happen. Absolutely not! You cannot have any cyanide!”

The lady reaches into her purse and pulls out a picture of her husband in bed with the pharmacist’s wife.

The pharmacist looks at the picture then says: “You didn’t tell me you have a prescription.”