Frank went to a psychiatrist. "Doc," he said, "I've got trouble: Every time I get into bed, I think there's somebody under it. 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?"
"$80 per visit," replied the doctor.
"That's a lot of money," said Frank. "Let me think about it."
Frank never went back to the doctor, but six months later they happened to meet on the street. "Why didn't you ever come to see about those fears you were having?" asked the psychiatrist.
"Well 80 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 I went and bought me a new pickup!"
"Ten bucks! Really! And how, may I ask, did a bartender manage to cure you that easily?"
"He sold me a saw. He told me to cut the legs off the bed. Ain't nobody under there now!"
Posted May 25, 2015