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An oldie, but still a chuckle...

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 shrink and told him: “I've got problems. Every time I go to bed I
think there's somebody under my bed! 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?”

I replied, "He told me to cut the legs off the bed. Ain't nobody under there now."

Forget the shrinks... Have a drink & talk to a bartender! It’s always better to get a
second opinion.
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