John went to a psychiatrist: "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?" John asked warily.
"Each visit is $300," replied the doctor.
"Well, I'll sleep on it."
Six months later the doctor bumped into John on the street: "Why didn't you ever come to see me about those fears you were having?"
"Well, three hundred bucks a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! A friend at work cured me for nothing. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought myself a new pickup!"
"Is that so?! And how, may I ask, did your friend cure you?"
"He told me to cut the legs off the bed!"
