Psychiatrist vs. Bartender

Quiet night at the bar last night, spent most of the night chatting with my mate Dave.  He's quite the character as are most people from Liverpool, England.  Well as I said it was pretty slow so we had time to talk about many things, from football, (the real football, you know the one that you actually use your foot- hence the name), to personal fears and so on.  Well he starts telling me his fear of thinking that there's someone under his bed.  It went something like this:
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?"
"$90 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 ever come to see me about those fears you were having,' he asked.
'Well, ninety bucks a visit, three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! My friend the bartender cured me for $10.00. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went out and bought myself a new custom fitted suit!'
'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!'
Apparently six months ago I gave my good friend Dave that advice- who knew I was so brilliant.

SO GO HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO YOUR BARTENDER! LIFE IS TOO SHORT!
AND REMEMBER TO ALWAYS TIP YOUR BARTENDER, THERE A LOT CHEAPER
THAN A SHRINK.