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?” “$80 per visit,” replied the doctor.
“I’ll sleep on it and if needed I will come back to you,” 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, $80 a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! A bartender cured me for $10.
