A psychiatrist receives a frantic phone call.
"You've got to help me doctor," a woman says. "My husband thinks he's a big opera star. He sings every night at the top of his lungs! He sings "Aida", "Rigoletto", "La Triviata", the lot!"
"Send him to me," the shrink says. "I'll see what I can do."
A week later the woman calls again. "Doc, I don't know how you did it! He's not singing nearly as much. Did you cure his delusion?"
"No," says the psychiatrist. "I just gave him a smaller part."
"You've got to help me doctor," a woman says. "My husband thinks he's a big opera star. He sings every night at the top of his lungs! He sings "Aida", "Rigoletto", "La Triviata", the lot!"
"Send him to me," the shrink says. "I'll see what I can do."
A week later the woman calls again. "Doc, I don't know how you did it! He's not singing nearly as much. Did you cure his delusion?"
"No," says the psychiatrist. "I just gave him a smaller part."