Bartender vs shrink

 

Ever since I was a child, I've always had a fear of someone under my bed at night.

 So I went to a shrink 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 shrink. "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," I said.

 Six months later the doctor 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 $12,480.00. A bartender cured me for $10.00.  I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought myself a new pickup truck."

"Is that so?" he said with a bit of an attitude. "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."

 

Thanks Randy