A man walked into a Manhattan bar and ordered a glass of white wine.
He took a sip of the wine and then he hurled the rest of the glass into the bartender’s face.
“Oh, I’m really sorry”, he said. “I keep doing that to bartenders. It’s a compulsion and I find it extremely embarrassing.”
The bartender was an amiable fellow and he was sympathetic to the man’s problem, despite the provocation.
As he wiped his face, he suggested the man see an analyst about his problem.
“Hey, another customer of mine is a psychiatrist with an excellent reputation. My brother and my wife both use him and they say he’s the best there is,” said the bartender.
About three months later the man returned to the bar again.
The bartender remembered him immediately. As he poured the man a glass of white wine he said, “Good to see you, buddy. Did you do what I suggested?”
“Yes I certainly did”, said the man. “I’ve been seeing the psychiatrist you recommended for two sessions every week.”
He then took a sip of his wine and again threw the rest of the glass into the bartender’s face.
As he wiped his face with a towel the flustered bartender spluttered, “That doctor doesn’t seem to be doing you any good.”
“On the contrary,” said the man. “He’s done me the world of good.”
“But you’ve just thrown wine in my face again,” responded the bartender.
“Yes, but I’m not embarrassed by it anymore,” said the man.
