Wanda, on an airplane, strikes up a conversation with the geeky computer programmer sitting next to her.

"Where are you going?" asks Wanda.

"I'm going to San Jose," says the geek, "to a UNIX convention."

Later, Wanda's husband picks her up at the airport. "How was the flight?" he asks.

"Oh, fine," says Wanda. "I sat next to this guy I felt really sorry for."

"Why'd you feel sorry for him?"

"He didn't have any testicles."

"What?!" says the husband. "And just how did you learn *that*?"

"Because," says Wanda, "he said he was going to a eunuchs' convention."