Shamus was obsessed with the notion that he had big feet - he felt that people
kept staring at his feet. He was forced to go to a psychiatrist.
After ten years and a cost of thousands of dollars, Shamus was cured.
To celebrate, he took some friends to a posh restaurant. He asked for the best
table in the house.
The maitre d’ said, “We have a great table. But first you’ll have to take off your skis.”