Now I hate to admit this but, ever since I was a child, I’ve had a fear that someone is under my bed at night.
My condition got so bad that I made an appointment to see a psychiatrist and I explained my problem to her.
I was quite honest with her and I just said, “Every time I go to bed I fear that someone is hiding under it. I’m really scared and I think I’m going crazy.”
“I can help you,” she said. “If you put yourself in my hands for about a year, I can help you overcome your problem.”
“What do I have to do?” I asked.
“Well,” said the psychiatrist, “If you come here for therapy three times a week for about a year, we should be able to help you get rid of your fears.”
“How much do you charge?” I asked, naturally.
“For each visit, the fee is $100.” The psychiatrist replied.
That needed a little thought, so I said, “Look, I think I’ll sleep on it and I’ll come back to you if necessary.“
Six months later, as I’m walking down Main Street, I bump into the psychiatrist and she remembers me.
“You didn’t come back to see me about those fears you were having,” she said.
“Well,” I responded, “when I left your office that day I went into a bar for a drink, to think it over. I was explaining the situation to the bartender and, when I told him how much it would cost, he said he could offer me a solution that was guaranteed for $10.”
“Really?” said the psychiatrist, sounding more than a little irritated. “And how, may I ask, was your bartender able to resolve a complex psychological problem for just $10?”
“He told me to cut the legs off my bed,” I said. “I did, and no one can get under there now.”