Psychiatrist or Bartender

A man went to a psychiatrist and told him, "I've got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it who's going to kill me while I sleep. I'm scared and 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?" the man asked.

"Eighty dollars per visit," replied the doctor.

"Let me think about it," the man replied.

Six months later the doctor met the man on the street. "Why didn't you come back to see me about those fears you were having?" the doctor wondered.

'Well, Eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! I went to the bar to think about what you said. The bartender told me that he could cure me for $10. The way I see it, $10 is a lot better than $80 a visit, so I thought 'What the hell.' It turns out he was right! With the money I saved, I went out and got me a new pick-up truck!"

With a bit of an attitude the psychiatrist said, "Is that so? How, may I ask, did a bartender, of all people, cure you?"

So the man answered, "He poured me a stiff drink and told me, 'Go home and cut off the legs of the bed! - Ain't nobody gonna get under there!!!' "