A sufferer from migraine headaches went to a 
famous headache specialist. The doctor examined 
him thoroughly before saying, "I'm afraid your 
case is unusually difficult. There is one way, 
and only one, that I could give you some relief." 

"What is it, doc? Anything, I swear it." 

"Don't be too quick to say that until you hear 
the remedy. It is," the doctor paused dramatically, 
"castration." 

Well, this changed the man's mind pretty quickly, 
and he decided to try to live with the headaches 
or find another cure. But as months dragged on 
and the headaches got worse, he changed his mind 
at last. The operation proceeded without a hitch. 
The patient was soon able to resume his normal 
routine, his headaches gone, but his spirits very 
low. 

One day as he was passing a large department store, 
it occurred to him that maybe some new clothes would
cheer him up. No sooner had he entered the men's 
department than an elderly salesman came over and 
took his arm. 

"You want some new clothes to make you feel better, 
don't you?" he asked. 

The patient was amazed. "How do you know that?" 

"How do I know? I've been selling men's clothing 
for thirty-five years is how I know! How do I know 
just by looking at you that your shirt size is 32/16?" 

"That's right!" 

"And your size in a sportcoat is 38 short, am I right?" 

"You are! That's amazing!" 

"And you always wear jockey shorts, 34 waist." 

"No, afraid not. I wear size 30 jockey shorts." 

"Size 30? said the old man. "Why, a man your size 
wearing jockey shorts that tight, don't they give 
you headaches?"