Psychiatrists vs. Bartenders
Psychiatrists vs. Bartenders
EVER SINCE I WAS A CHILD, I'VE ALWAYS HAD A FEAR OF SOMEONE being 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?'
'Eighty 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
Ever come back 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! '
