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HOO NURTS ARE IN AISLE 4

My friend the pharmacist got a call from an elderly customer originally from Sweden. She spoke with a thick accent:

"Yah, dis is Missus Olga Johnson, oond I vaunt a rrrrrrefill."

"OK, Mrs. Johnson. Do you happen to have the prescription number?"

"Yah, I dooooo.” In very long, drawn-out, heavily-accented clips, she read the number: "Vun . . . sevun . . . sree . . . sero . . . sero . . . TWO."

After a long pause, she suddenly added:

“Oond . . . I vaunt a hoo nurt."

The pharmacist was puzzled. A hoo nurt? Is that a laxative, or a back plaster, or some kind of a brace?

"YAH! I VAUNT A HOO NURT PILLS!"

Ohhhhhh. Suuuuuure. You betcha.

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Prayer request: Lord, Jesus, we thank You for sparing the life of Frank, a friend’s friend who severed two tendons on the back of his leg, including the main Achilles, in a chain-sawing accident. We know You made sure that his wife Patty was right there and able to tourniquet the leg with her knit tank top, get him to the car, and race him to the hospital, or he would have bled to death. Lord, their friend said they have been drifting away from church, and that Frank had prayed that You not take him yet, as his daughter is getting married in two months. Thank You for granting that prayer, O God of second chances! We pray that Frank and Patty will see this as a “wake-up call,” a warning that they were coming close to getting “cut off,” and that they’ll never stray again. (Luke 21:34-36)