Ever since I was a child I've had a fear of monsters under my bed, so I went to a psychiatrist for help.
'I've got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there's a monster under it. I'm scared. I think I'm going crazy.'
'Just put yourself in 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 psychiatrist.
'I'll sleep on it,' I said.
Six months later, I met the psychiatrist on the street. 'Why didn't you come to see me about those fears you were having?' he asked.
'Well, eighty pounds 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 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 about those psychiatrists, go and have a drink with your bartender!
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