So this guy has TERRIBLE migranes. Like worse ones in the world. He's in seeing his doc and the doc has no clue. "Bill, I have no idea. We've run every test there is. Something's wrong but we can't figure out what." As he's leaving, he sees a woman in the waiting room. "Migranes?" she asks. "Yeah." "Ya know, when nothing else works, I go out and buy a new outfit. It doesn't make it go away, but it helps." "Well," the guy thinks. "What else can I do?" So he heads down to Chinatown to the best Hong Kong tailor in town. "You want suit?" "Yeah. Your best fabric. The works." "You want shirt too?" "Why not. Let's give it a whirl." So the chinese guy starts measuring him. "Arm - 36." The guy nods "Chest - 42." The guy nods again. "Neck. 17 1/2." "Seventeen and a half??? I've been a 15 1/2 all my life. There's something wrong with your tape measure." The tailor looks at him. "There is nothing wrong with my tape measure. Seventeen and a half." Teh guy is now fuming. "Absolutely not. Make the shirt 15 1/2. That's what every shirt I own is!" "Alright," replies the tailor. "But you're gonna have one heck of a headache."