Old Cobblers
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Increasingly troubled by back pain, his mobility started to suffer so he sought medical help.
After endless visits to sympathetic but singularly unhelpful medical specialists, he stumbled upon one who offered a permanent solution.
"The good news is that I can cure your backache. The bad news is that it will require castration.
You have a very rare condition which has caused your testicles to press up against the base of your spine. The pressure is undoubtedly what is causing your back pain.
The only way to relieve the pressure is castration."
He was shocked but eventually signed up for the procedure. Even the loss of his old cobblers would be worthwhile if it meant freedom from pain.
He left the hospital with a spring in his step. Yes he definitely felt like a different person.
It was time to make a new beginning, to live a new life.
Passing a tailoring shop, the thought came to him,
"That's what I need for the new me, a new suit!"
In no time at all he was inside the shop.
"I'd like a new suit please."
The salesman nodded and eyed him briefly,
"Let's see, how about size 42 short?"
"That's right, how did you know?"
"Years of experience sir and it is my job sir."
The suit fitted perfectly. As he admired himself in the mirror, the salesman asked,
"How about a new shirt sir?"
"Excellent idea. What size do you suggest?"
"Let's see, 34 sleeve, 16 collar."
He was amazed, "Spot on, how do you do that?"
"It's my job sir."
The shirt fitted perfectly. As he was buttoning the collar, the salesman said, "How about a new pair of shoes to go with the suit?"
By now he was on a roll, "Why not?"
"Let's see, 9½ wide."
"Right again. You have an amazing skill there."
"It's nothing sir, just my job. New underwear sir? It would complete the transformation."
He thought for a second, "Might as well."
The salesman stepped back, eyed his waist and said, "May I suggest size 36?"
This time he took great delight in pointing out that the salesman had got it wrong.
"No. Got you this time. I've worn size 34 since I was 18 years old."
The salesman shook his head,
"You can't wear size 34 sir. They would press your testicles up against the base of your spine and give you one hell of a backache."
Have you purchased your own little piece of Prince Edward Island yet?
Increasingly troubled by back pain, his mobility started to suffer so he sought medical help.
After endless visits to sympathetic but singularly unhelpful medical specialists, he stumbled upon one who offered a permanent solution.
"The good news is that I can cure your backache. The bad news is that it will require castration.
You have a very rare condition which has caused your testicles to press up against the base of your spine. The pressure is undoubtedly what is causing your back pain.
The only way to relieve the pressure is castration."
He was shocked but eventually signed up for the procedure. Even the loss of his old cobblers would be worthwhile if it meant freedom from pain.
He left the hospital with a spring in his step. Yes he definitely felt like a different person.
It was time to make a new beginning, to live a new life.
Passing a tailoring shop, the thought came to him,
"That's what I need for the new me, a new suit!"
In no time at all he was inside the shop.
"I'd like a new suit please."
The salesman nodded and eyed him briefly,
"Let's see, how about size 42 short?"
"That's right, how did you know?"
"Years of experience sir and it is my job sir."
The suit fitted perfectly. As he admired himself in the mirror, the salesman asked,
"How about a new shirt sir?"
"Excellent idea. What size do you suggest?"
"Let's see, 34 sleeve, 16 collar."
He was amazed, "Spot on, how do you do that?"
"It's my job sir."
The shirt fitted perfectly. As he was buttoning the collar, the salesman said, "How about a new pair of shoes to go with the suit?"
By now he was on a roll, "Why not?"
"Let's see, 9½ wide."
"Right again. You have an amazing skill there."
"It's nothing sir, just my job. New underwear sir? It would complete the transformation."
He thought for a second, "Might as well."
The salesman stepped back, eyed his waist and said, "May I suggest size 36?"
This time he took great delight in pointing out that the salesman had got it wrong.
"No. Got you this time. I've worn size 34 since I was 18 years old."
The salesman shook his head,
"You can't wear size 34 sir. They would press your testicles up against the base of your spine and give you one hell of a backache."
Have you purchased your own little piece of Prince Edward Island yet?
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