So, I went to a shrink and explained...
"I've got problems. I'm scared. I think I'm going crazy. Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it."
"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 dollars per visit," replied the doctor.
"I'll sleep on it," I said.
A year later the doctor met me on the street. "Why didn't you ever come to see me about those fears you were having?"
"Well, putting aside for $100 a visit, three times a week for a year was an awful lot of money! A bartender cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a new motorcycle!"
"Is that so! With an attitude he asked... and how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?"
"He told me to cut the legs off the bed! Nobody fits under there now!"
Forget the shrinks... pay for the drink and talk to the bartender!
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