Saw this somewhere. Got a kick out of it. Figured I'd share. Conversation overheard. Joke. All that.
So, ever since I was a kid, I've had a fear of someone hiding under my bed at night. I go to one of those headshrinkers and tell him:
“I've got problems. Every time I go to bed, I think there's someone under it. I'm scared. I think I'm going crazy.
The shrink: “Just put yourself in my hands or a year. Come talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears.
“How much do you charge,” I asked.
Shrink: “$80 per visit.
“I'll sleep on it,” I said.
Six months later, the doctor met me on the street. “Why didn't you come see me about those fears you were having?” he asked.
“Well, $80 for a visit three times a week for a year is a ton of coin! A bartender cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all that scratch I went about bought me a new pickup!”
“Is that so,” he said with a bit of an attitude. “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!”