WHITE WINE

A MAN WALKED INTO A BAR

AND ORDERED A GLASS OF WHITE WINE.

HE TOOK A SIP OF THE WINE

THEN TOSSED THE REMAINDER

IN THE BARTENDER'S FACE. 

BEFORE THE BARTENDER COULD

RECOVER FROM THE SURPRISE,

THE MAN BEGAN WEEPING.

"I'M REALLY SORRY.

I KEEP DOING THAT TO BARTENDERS.

I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW

EMBARRASSING IT IS TO HAVE

A COMPULSION LIKE THIS." 

FAR FROM BEING ANGRY,

THE BARTENDER WAS SYMPATHETIC.

BEFORE LONG, HE WAS SUGGESTING

THAT THE MAN SEE A PSYCHOANALYST

ABOUT HIS PROBLEM.

"I HAPPEN TO HAVE THE NAME

OF A PSYCHOANALYST,"

THE BARTENDER SAID.

"MY BROTHER AND MY WIFE

HAVE BOTH BEEN TREATED BY HIM

AND THEY SAY HE'S AS GOOD AS THEY COME." 

THE MAN WROTE DOWN THE

NAME OF THE DOCTOR,

THANKED THE BARTENDER AND LEFT.

THE BARTENDER SMILED,

KNOWING HE'D DONE A GOOD DEED

FOR A FELLOW HUMAN BEING. 

SIX MONTHS LATER,

THE MAN WAS BACK.

"DID YOU DO WHAT I SUGGESTED?"

THE BARTENDER ASKED,

SERVING A GLASS OF WHITE WINE. 

"I CERTAINLY DID,"

THE MAN SAID.

"I'VE BEEN SEEING THE

PSYCHOANALYST TWICE A WEEK."

HE TOOK A SIP OF THE WINE

THEN THREW THE REMAINDER

INTO THE BARTENDER'S FACE. 

THE FLUSTERED BARTENDER

WIPED HIS FACE WITH A TOWEL.

"THE DOCTOR DOESN'T SEEM TO

BE DOING YOU ANY GOOD,"

HE SPLUTTERED. 

"ON THE CONTRARY,"

THE MAN SAID,"

HE'S DONE ME A WORLD OF GOOD." 

"BUT YOU JUST THREW THE WINE

IN MY FACE AGAIN!"

THE BARTENDER EXCLAIMED. 

"YES," THE MAN REPLIED,

"BUT IT DOESN'T

EMBARRASS ME ANYMORE!"