EVER SINCE he was a child, there was this bloke who always had a fear of someone being under his bed at night.
He went to a shrink: “I’ve got problems,” he said. “Every time I go to bed, I think there’s somebody under it. I’m scared and I think I’m going crazy.”
The shrink replied: “Just put yourself in my hands for one year. Come in and talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears.”
“How much do you charge?” asked the prospective client.
“One hundred and eighty dollars per visit,” replied the doctor.
“I’ll sleep on it,” came the reply.
Six months later, the doctor and the prospective client met me on the street. “Why didn’t you come to see me about those fears you were having?” the shrink asked.
”Well, one hundred and eighty bucks a visit, three times a week for a year, is $28,080:
“A barman cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a new ute.”
“Is that so?” replied the shrink with more than a hint of attitude. “And how, may I ask, did a barman cure you?”
“He told me to cut the legs off the bed. There’s nobody under there now!”