A society lady from Quatre Bornes, who was famous for her lavish dinner parties, sent an invitation to the community’s leading internist inviting him to her dinner party.
The doctor replied with a poorly hand-written illegible note. She showed it to her husband saying, “I can’t read this note, I have no idea if he has accepted or refused.”
The husband looked at the note and said, “I’ll take it to the neighboring pharmacy, a pharmacist can always read a doctor’s hand-writing.”
Approaching Maxime, the pharmacist, the husband said, “Can you interpret this for me?”
Maxime looked at the message and said, “Give me a few minutes, ‘Mo vini la’,” and disappeared into the back room. He returned in a few minutes with a small bottle of phentermine.
“Here you are,” he said. “That will be $9.50.”