The psychiatrist

Ever since I was a child, I've always had a fear of someone under my bed at night.

So I went to a psychiatrist 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 min my hands for one year,' said the psychiatrist.

'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 pounds per visit,' replied the expert.



'I'll sleep on it,' I said.



Six months later, he met me on the street. 'Why didn't you ever come to see me about those fears you were having?' he asked.



'Well, eighty quid 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 car!'



'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!'



FORGET THOSE LEARNED DOCTORS....

GO HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO YOUR BARTENDER.