Psychiatrists vs. Bartenders EVER SINCE I WAS A CHILD, IVE ALWAYS HAD A FEAR OF SOMEONE UNDER MY BED AT NIGHT. SO I WENT TO A SHRINK AND TOLD HIM: Ive got problems. Every time I go to bed I think theres somebody under it. Im scared. I think Im 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. Ill sleep on it, I said. Six months later the doctor met me on the street. Why didnt 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 pickup! 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! Aint nobody under there now! FORGET THE SHRINKS HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO A BARTENDER!
Posted on: Thu, 23 Jan 2014 02:33:12 +0000