“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?” I asked.
“Eighty pounds per visit”, replied the expert.
“I’ll sleep on it”, I said.
Six months later, he met me on the street. “Why didn't you ever 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 myself 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! There isn't anybody under there now!”