Joe was moderately successful in the career, but as he got older he wasincreasingly hampered by incredible headaches. When his personalhygiene and love life started to suffer, he sought medical help. Afterbeing referred from one specialist to another, he finally came across adoctor who solved the problem. "The good news is I can cureyour headaches..."

"The bad news is that it will require castration. You have avery rare condition which causes your testicles to press up against thebase of your spine. The pressure creates a headache. The only way torelieve the pressure is to remove the testicles."

Joe was shocked and depressed. He wondered if he has anything to livefor, 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 wasmissing an important part of himself. As he walked down the street, herealized that he felt like a different person. He could make a newbeginning and live a new life.

He walked past a men's clothing store and thought, "That's whatI 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," the salesman said.

Joe tried on the suit. It fit perfectly. As Joe admired himself in themirror, the salesman asked, "How about a new shirt?"

Joe thought for a moment and then said, "Sure..." The salesmaneyed Joe and said, "Let's see...34 sleeve and... 16 and a halfneck"

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 thecollar 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, "tLet's see...9 and a half... 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 salesmanstepped 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. Itwould press your testicles up against the base of your spine and giveyou one hell of a headache."