Laughter, The Best Medicine

Ever since I was a child, I’ve always had a fear of someone under my bed at night.

SOMETHING UNDER THE BED

Ever since I was a child, I’ve always had a fear of someone under my bed at night. 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?” “Eighty dollars 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, eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! A bartender cured me for US$10. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a new SUV.” “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 legs off the bed — ain’t nobody under there now!”

THE LONG & SHORT OF HEARING