Bob went to a psychiatrist. "Doc, " he said, "I've got trouble. Every time I get into bed, I think there's somebody under it. I'm going crazy.
" "Just put yourself in my hands for one year, " said the shrink. "Come to me three times a week, and I'll cure your fears." "How much do you charge?" "A hundred dollars per visit." "I'll sleep on it, " said Bob. Six months later, the doctor met Bob on the street.
"Why didn't you ever come to see me again?" asked the psychiatrist. "For a hundred bucks a visit? A bartender cured me for 10." "Is that so? How?" "He told me to cut the legs off the bed!" |
