** A case of mistaken identity
The chemist in a small town was standing behind his counter, cleaning his fixtures, when a young man rushed in and asked rather excitedly: “Doctor, have you anything to stop the hiccups.” The chemist looked at him with a smile for a moment and suddenly slapped him across the face with the cloth he held in his hand. “What do you mean by that?” the young man exclaimed furiously. “I only asked you a civil question.” “That was the cure for the hiccups,” the chemist explained.
“Are they not gone?” “No, it is my wife who has the hiccups and she is out in the car.”