[pam]

A man goes to a psychiatrist.

"Doc," he says, "I've got trouble. Every time I get into bed, I think there's somebody under it. Then, when I get under the bed, I think there's somebody on top of it. You've gotta help me! I'm going crazy!!"

"Just put yourself in my hands for two years," says the psychiatrist. "Come to me three times a week, and I'll cure your fears."

"How much do you charge?"

"My fee is $250 per visit."

Six months later, the doctor crosses paths with the man. "Why didn't you come back to see me again?" he asks.

"For a visit? Heck a bartender cured me for the price of a martini."

"How do you figure?" asks the psychiatrist.

"He listened to my problem while I was having a drink. Then he told me to cut the legs off my bed."