Under My Bed

Ever since I was a child, I’d 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?” “One hundred fifty dollars 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 come to see me about those fears you were having?” He asked. “Well, $150 a visit,

three times a week for a year, is $23,400.00. A bartender cured me for $10.00. I was so happy to

have saved all that money that I went and bought a new pickup truck.” “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.” It’s always better to get a second opinion.