“I can’t get a good nights sleep!” cried the patient. “Every time I get into bed, I think there’s somebody, or some thing, under it. I feel like I’m going crazy!”
“It would seem you are suffering from a form of clinophobia,” remarked the psychiatrist. “It will take some time, but after three sessions a week for ten weeks, I can cure you of this fear.”
“How much is this going to cost me?”
“Two hundred dollars per visit.”
After doing a mental calculation in his head, the patient said, “I’ll have to think this one over.”
Six months later the psychiatrist bumped into the man on the street and said, “You never came to see me again. Has your condition improved on its own?”
“After I realized your services would cost me $6000, I felt like I needed a drink,” explained the man. “After a couple of stiff rounds, my bartender cured me for less than twenty bucks!”
“Really? How is that so?” asked the doctor.
“He told me to cut the legs off my bed!”
