Bill worked in a
pickle factory. He had been employed there for a number of years when he came home one day
to confess to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion. He had an urge to stick his
penis into the pickle slicer. His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to
talk about it, but Bill indicated that he'd be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the
compulsion on his own.
One day a few
weeks later, Bill came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something
was seriously wrong. "What's wrong, Bill?" she asked. "Do you remember that
I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?"
"Oh, Bill, you didn't." "Yes, I did." "My God, Bill, what
happened?" "I got fired." "No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the
pickle slicer?" "Oh...she got fired too."