Jerry had had it. Finally, worried to death, he 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 talk to me three times a week, and we should be able to get rid of those fears."
"How much will that cost me?" Jerry asked.
"Eighty dollars per visit," replied the doctor."
"I'll sleep on it," said Jerry, wondering how he could afford the cost but knowing that he needed the help.
Six months later the doctor met Jerry on the street. "Why didn't you ever come to see about those fears you were having?" asked the psychiatrist.
"Well.... Eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a year was an awful lot of money! I found a bartender who cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all that money I went and bought me a new pickup!"
"Is that so,” said the shrink. “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!"
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