Fear

Ever since I was a child, I’ve always had a fear of someone 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?’

‘$90 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, ninety bucks a visit, three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! 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 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!’

Go have a drink and talk to your bartender!