'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 shrink saw 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
pickup!'
'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 room for anyone under there now!'
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