Our 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 sorry.Â 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?"