UNDER MY BED AT NIGHT...

UNDER MY BED AT NIGHT





EVER SINCE I WAS A CHILD, I'VE ALWAYS HAD A FEAR OF SOMEONE UNDER MY BED AT NIGHT. SO I WENT TO A PSYCHIATRIST 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 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 dollars per visit,' replied the doctor.



'I'll sleep on it.....' I said.



Six months later, the psychiatrist 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 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 pick-up!'



'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!!!'