A middle-aged man found himself one day in a condition that younger and more naive men think they would love to be in. He had an erection that wouldn't go away. He tried thinking about baseball, taking cold showers, even ice packs, but nothing would make the swelling go down. In pain and feeling anxious, he pulled on a raincoat and went to a nearby drugstore. He went to the pharmacy counter in the back of the store and asked the young woman behind the counter if he could please see the pharmacist.

"I'm the pharmacist," came the reply.

"No," said the man, embarrassed, "I 'd like to speak to the male pharmacist."

"Look," said the young woman, "the only other pharmacist here is my sister, and we own this place. We are both professionals. Are you trying to say a woman pharmacist isn't as good as a man?"

"I'm sorry," said the man, desperate now, "I guess you would know what to do. Just take a look at this."

He opened the raincoat and laid his tumescent member on the counter. "It's been like this for hours, and it won't go away no matter what I do. Can you give me something for it?"

"Just a minute," said the pharmacist, "I have to consult my sister." She went into the back room and came out a minute later. "We talked it over, and we can let you have $5,000 now and a third interest in the store."

nice. happened to me once.

he's the meat in a "sister" sanwich.