Joe was moderately successful in his career, but as he
got older he was increasingly hampered by incredible
headaches. When his personal hygiene and love life
started to suffer, he sought medical help. After being
referred from one specialist to another, he finally
came across a doctor who solved the problem.

"The good news is I can cure your headaches. The bad
news is that it will require castration. You have a
very rare condition which causes your testicles to
press up against the base of your spine. The pressure
creates one hell of a headache. The only way to relieve
the pressure is to remove the testicles."

Joe was shocked and depressed. He wondered if he has
anything to live for. He couldn't concentrate long
enough to answer, but decided he had no choice but to
go under the knife.

When he left the hospital, his mind was clear, but he
felt like he was missing an important part of himself.
As he walked down the street, he realized that he felt
like a different person. He could make a new beginning
and live a new life.

He walked past a men's clothing store and thought,
"That's what I need, a new suit." He entered the shop
and told the salesman: "I'd like a new suit."

The salesman eyed him briefly and said, "Let's see. . .
size 44 long."

Joe laughed, "That's right, how did you know?"

"It's my job."

Joe tried on the suit. It fit perfectly. As Joe admired
himself in the mirror, the salesman asked, "How about a
new shirt?" Joe thought for a moment and said, "Sure .
. "

The salesman eyed Joe and said,"Let's see . . .. 34
sleeve and . . .. 18 1/2 neck."

Joe was surprised, "That's right, how did you know?"
"It's my job."

Joe tried on the shirt, and it fit perfectly. As Joe
adjusted the collar in the mirror, the salesman asked,
"How about new shoes?"

Joe was on a roll and said, "Sure . . . "

The salesman eyed Joe's feet and said, "Let's see . . .
9 1/2.. . wide."

Joe was astonished, "That's right , how did you know?"

"It's my job."

Joe was feeling great,when the salesman asked, "How
about some new underwear?"

Joe thought for a second, and said, "Sure . . . "

The salesman stepped back, eyed Joe's waist and said,
"Let's see ...size 36."

Joe laughed, "No, I've worn size 34 since I was 18
years old."

The salesman shook his head, "You can't wear a size 34.
It would press your testicles up against the base of
your spine and give you one hell of a headache."
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