Sunday, June 07, 2020

Psychiatrist vs. Bartender

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?” I asked.   
        “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  

Posted on 06/07/20 at 06:35 PM Joke of the Week