Shakey went ti the psychiatrist.
"Doc," he said, " I've got trouble. Every time I get into bed, I think there's somebody under it. I get under the bed, I think somebody is on top of it. Top, under, top, under you gotta help me, I'm going crazy!"
"Just put yourself in my hands for the two years, " said the shrink.
"Come to me three times a week, and I'll cure your fears."
"How much do you charge?"
"A hundred dollars a visit."
"I'll sleep on it," said Shakey
Six months later the doctor met Shakey on the street.
"Why didn't you ever come to see me again?" asked the psychiatrist.
" For a hundred bucks a visit? A bartender cured me for ten dollars."
"Is that so! How?"
"He told me to cut off the legs of the bed!"
"Doc," he said, " I've got trouble. Every time I get into bed, I think there's somebody under it. I get under the bed, I think somebody is on top of it. Top, under, top, under you gotta help me, I'm going crazy!"
"Just put yourself in my hands for the two years, " said the shrink.
"Come to me three times a week, and I'll cure your fears."
"How much do you charge?"
"A hundred dollars a visit."
"I'll sleep on it," said Shakey
Six months later the doctor met Shakey on the street.
"Why didn't you ever come to see me again?" asked the psychiatrist.
" For a hundred bucks a visit? A bartender cured me for ten dollars."
"Is that so! How?"
"He told me to cut off the legs of the bed!"
