PSYCHIATRIST VS. BARTENDER ... mm

Psychiatrist vs. Bartender ... mm

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.