PSYCHIATRIST -v- BARTENDER

[fatherted]

                               

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 me 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.