Ever since I was a child, I've always had a fear of someone under my bed at night. 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 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 myself a new pickup!
"Is that so!" with an attitude he asked "and how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?"
"He told me to cut the legs off the bed! - There's nobody under there now!"
FORGET THE SHRINKS. GO HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO YOUR BARTENDER!
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