Ever since I was a child, I’ve always had a fear of someone under my bed at night. So I went to a Psychiatrist and told him I’ve got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there’s somebody under it. I’m scared. I think I’m going crazy.
"Just put yourself in my hands for one year," said the psychiatrist. "Come talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears."
"How much do you charge"
"Eighty dollars per visit," replied the doctor.
"I’ll sleep on it and I will come back to you if needed," I said.
Six months later the Psychiatrist met me on the street.
"Why didn’t you come to see me about those fears you were having" he asked.
"Well, Eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! A bartender cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a new SUV."
"Is that so!" With a bit of an attitude he said, "And how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you"
"He told me to cut the legs off the bed – ain’t nobody under there now!"
