Psychiatrist -v- Bartender

Ever since I was a kid, 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?”



“One hundred fifty 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, $150 a visit, three times a week for a year, is $23,400.00. A bartender cured me for $10.00.

I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought a new pickup truck.”



“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.”



It's always better to get a second opinion.