Psychiatrist- VS- Bartender

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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?”

“One hundred fifty 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, $150 a visit, three times a week for a year,
is $23,400.00. A bartender cured me for $10.00.
I was so happy to have saved all that money!”

“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.