The Tailor Knew EVERYTHING
Fred had been suffering from t*rr*ble head*ches for over twenty years.
Finally, he went to see a specialist. After a long examination, the doctor said:
“Fred, the good news is I can cure your headaches. The bad news is… it will require c*str*tion.
You have a rare c*nditi*n where your t*sticl*s press against your sp*ne, causing severe h*adach*s. R*moving them is the only way to relieve the pressure.”
Fred was stunned and devastated, but after years of p*in, he agreed to the s*rg*ry.
When he left the hospital, he felt strange and incomplete — but for the first time in decades, he had no h*adach*.
As he walked down the street, he decided he needed a fresh start. A new life.
Maybe even a new wardrobe.
He passed a men’s clothing store and thought, Why not?
He walked in and told the salesman, “I’d like a new suit.”
The elderly tailor looked him over and said, “You’re a size 44 long.”
Fred laughed. “That’s right. How did you know?”
“Been in the business sixty years,” the tailor said.
Fred tried on the suit — it fit perfectly.
“How about a shirt?” the tailor asked.
Fred nodded, and the tailor studied him again. “34 sleeve, 16½ neck.”
“Amazing,” Fred said. “Exactly right.”
“Been in the business sixty years,” the tailor replied.
After trying on the perfect shirt, Fred walked around the store feeling better already.
Then the tailor asked, “How about some new und*rw*ar?”
“Sure,” Fred said.
The tailor looked him over and said, “Size 36.”
Fred laughed loudly. “Got you there! I’ve worn size 34 since I was eighteen.”
The tailor shook his head and said:
“You can’t wear size 34.
Size 34 would pr*ss your t*sticl*s right up against the base of your sp*n*… and give you one t*rribl* h*adach*.”
