Psychiatrist vs. Bartender

Psychiatrist vs. Bartender 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 a problem. 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?", I asked. "Eighty dollars per visit," replied the doctor.

"I'll sleep on it," I said.

"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 dollars per visit, three times a week, for a year is an awful lot of money -- a total of $12,480! A bartender cured me for the $10 price of a couple of drinks. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought myself a new car!"

"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!"

FORGET THE SHRINK,

TALK TO A BARTENDER,

AND HAVE A DRINK!