*My nephew was getting married to a doctor's daughter. At the wedding reception, the father of the bride stood to read his toast, which he had scribbled on a piece of scrap paper.
Several times during his speech, he halted, overcome with what I assumed was a moment of deep emotion. But after a particularly long pause, he explained,"I'm really sorry, folks. I can't seem to make out what I've written down."
Looking out into the audience, he asked, "Is there a pharmacist in the house?"*
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