Psychiatrist vs. Bartender 

Ever since I was a child, I've 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?”

“Eighty 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, Eighty bucks a visit, three times a week for a year, is $12,480.00.  A bartender cured me for $10.00. I was so happy to have saved all that money  that I went and bought a 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.  Nobody's under there now.”

It's always better to get a second opinion!