Matt  was moderately successful in the 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."

Matt 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."

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

"It's my job."

Matt tried on the suit. It fit perfectly. As Matt admired himself in
the mirror, the salesman asked, "How about a new shirt?"  Matt thought
for a moment and then said, "Sure . . ."  The salesman eyed Matt and
said, "Let's see. . .34 sleeve and . . .16 and a half neck"

Matt was surprised, "That's right, how did you know?"

"It's my job."

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

Matt was on a roll and said, "Sure . . ."  The salesman eyed Matt's
feet and said, "Let's see. . .9 and a half. . .wide."

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

"It's my job."

Matt tried on the shoes and they fit perfectly.  Matt walked
comfortably around the shop and the salesman asked, "How about a new
hat?"  Without hesitating, Matt said, "Sure . . "  The salesman eyed
Matt'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.  Matt was feeling great, when the salesman
asked, "How about some new underwear?"  Matt thought for a second and
said, "Sure . . "  The salesman stepped back, eyed Matt's waist and
said, "Let's see...size 36."  Matt 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."