Ever since I was a child, I’ve always had a fear of monsters under my bed at night.
So I went to a psychiatrist and told him: “I’ve got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there’s something 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?”
“Hundred seventy-five 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, at $175 a visit, three times a week for a year, is $27,300.00. A bartender cured me for $10.00. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a new Miata.”
“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 nothing under there now.”