Psychiatrists vs Bartenders
Ever since I was a child I’ve always had a fear of someone hiding under my bed at night. So I recently went to a shrink to see what could be done.
‘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.’ was my initial comments to the shrink.
‘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 enquired.
‘Eighty pounds 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, 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 me a new sports 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!!!’
SCREW THE SHRINKS..
HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO A BARTENDER!
