Nol Putnam
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7/6/2022 10:03 AM
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Good one! Sent from my iPhone
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Ellen Adams1
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7/6/2022 7:33 AM
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Ralph Bates
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7/6/2022 6:29 AM
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A good chuckle from this one.
Cheers, Ralph
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Subject: Psychiatrist vs. Bartender
Ever since I was a child, I've always had a fear of someone under my bed at night.
So I went to a shrink 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 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.
“I'll sleep on it,” I said.
Six months later the doctor met me on the street.
“Why didn't 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 $12,480.00.
A bartender cured me for $10.00.
I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a new pickup truck.”
“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 damn legs off the bed. Ain't nobody under there now.”
It's always better to get a second opinion.
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