Psychiatrists vs. Bartenders
James BatesEVER 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: 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?'
'Eighty
dollarsper 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 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 pickup!'
'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!'
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