a guy who gets stabbed

This is the story of a guy who gets stabbed

in the street. It begins to lose its blood abundantly, it

falls to the ground, like the edge of the coma, begins to crawl

in the street, moaning and trying to find help.

Suddenly he sees an open pharmacy. He says:

That's it I'm saved! He draws in his last strength to

drag himself somehow to the counter. Always on the edge

of fainting, it caters to the pharmacist:

  Please help me, I'm dying, I took me a

knife, it really will not, etc..

The pharmacist, placid:

  No, I'm sorry, there is 19 hours, and I farm. The other, which

by not back off again to the charge:

  Pity, pity, he said, I will die! I'm dying, do something

for me! Then the pharmacist:

  Okay, okay, okay. He went around the counter, out the knife

belly man, plant him savagely in the eye, and he

said: Go to the optician in the face, it is open until 19:30!