Ever since I was a kid, I’ve had a haunting fear that someone was under my bed at night. Sooooo, I went to a shrink.
I told him “I’ve got a problem. Every time I go to bed I think there’s somebody under it. I’m scared. I think I’m going crazy.” The psychiatrist steepled his fingers “just put yourself in my hands for one year. Come talk to me three times a week, and we should be able to get rid of those fears.“
“How much do you charge?” I asked.
“Eighty dollars per visit,” replied the doctor.
“I’ll sleep on it,” I said.
Six months later, the doctor saw 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 ten bucks. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a new pickup truck.”
“Is that so?” He offered – with a bit of an attitude – “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 pays to get a second opinion. . . . .