A guy walks into a shoe store and asks for a pair of shoes, size 8.

The obviously well trained salesman says, 'But sir, you take an 11.

'Just bring me a size 8.'

The sales guy brings them, and it takes three salesmen to get the shoes on his feet. One to hold him in the chair, one to hold his foot, and one to work the shoe horn.

Finally, with his size 8 shoes the man, stands up in obvious pain, and starts to walk towards the cashier.

The salesman says, 'Sir, why are you torturing yourself? You need size 11.'

He turns to the salesman and says, 'I've lost my job, I've lost my house to the IRS, I live with my mother-in-law, my daughter ran off with my best friend and got pregnant, and my son just told me he was gay. The only pleasure I have left is to come home at night and take these shoes off.'