I always had a fear of someone under the bed at night, so I went to a shrink and told him, “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. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought a new pickup truck.”
“Is that so,” asked the shrink? With a bit of 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