A guy walked into a bar and ordered a glass of white wine. He took a drink of the wine, then tossed the rest into the bartender’s face. Before the bartender could recover from the surprise, the man began wailing.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m really sorry. I keep doing that to bartenders. I can’t tell you how upsetting 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 professional about his issue. “I happen to have the name of a therapist,” the bartender said. “My sister and my girlfriend have both been treated by him, and they say he’s as good as they get.”
The man wrote down the name of the doctor, said thank you to the bartender, and left. The bartender beamed, knowing he ‘d done a good deed for a fellow human being.
Six months later, the man was back. “Did you do what I recommended?” the bartender asked, once again serving the man 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. He threw the remainder into the bartender’s face.
The upset bartender wiped his face with a cloth. “The doctor doesn’t seem to be doing you any good,” he sputtered.
“On the contrary,” the man claimed, “he’s done me a world of good.”
“But you threw the wine in my face again!” the bartender exclaimed.
“Yes,” the man replied. “But it doesn’t embarrass me anymore!”