psychiatrist story

This guy goes to see a
psychiatrist. “Doc,” he says,
“I’ve got this terrible problem.
Every time I get into bed, I
think there’s somebody under
it. So, I get under the bed, but
then I think there’s somebody
on top of it. Top, under, top,
under. You’ve got to help me.
I’m going crazy!”
So, the psychiatrist says, “Come
to me three times a week, and I’ll
cure your fears.”
“How much do you charge?”
“A hundred dollars a visit.”
“OK. I’ll think about it,” the man
says.
Six months later, the doctor
meets the man in the street.
“Hey, why didn’t you come to
see me again?” he asks.
“For a hundred dollars a
visit? You must be joking. A
bartender cured me for ten
dollars.”
“Oh, really? How did he do
that?”
“He told me to cut the legs off
the fucking bed.”