Joe was moderately happy and successful, but as he got older he experienced
excruciating headaches.  When both his career and love life began to suffer,
he sought medical help.

After being referred several times from one specialist to another, he finally
found a doctor who diagnosed his problem.  "The good news is that 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.  This pressure causes chronic headaches, and can only be
corrected by removal of the testicles."

Joe was shocked and depressed, and briefly considered suicide.  Desperate, he
finally concluded that he had no choice but to go under the knife.

When he left the hospital, his mind was clear at last, but he felt strangely
incomplete.  He then came to realize that feeling like a different person
might be a positive thing, and he resolved to 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, and it fit perfectly.  As Joe admired himself in the
mirror, the salesman asked, "How about a new shirt?"  Joe thought for a
moment and agreed.  The salesman eyed Joe and said, "Let's see... 34-inch
sleeve... and 16 1/2-inch 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 some new shoes?" Joe, now on a
roll, said, "You bet."  The salesman eyed Joe's feet and said, "Let's see...
Size 9-1/2... wide."

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

Joe tried on the shoes and they fit perfectly.  Joe walked comfortably around
the shop and the salesman asked, "How about a new hat?" Joe agreed without
hesitation.  The salesman eyed Joe's head and said, "Let's see... 7-5/8."

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

The hat fit perfectly.  Joe was feeling great, when the salesman asked, "How
about some new underwear?"  Joe thought for a second and agreed.  The
salesman stepped back, eyed Joe's lower torso and said, "Let's see... size
36."

Joe laughed, "This time you're wrong!  I've worn size 34 briefs since I was
18 years old."

The salesman shook his head firmly, "You can't wear size 34 briefs.  They
would press your testicles up against the base of your spine and cause you to
have excruciating headaches."

From: Wes