Doc, you’ve gotta help me, I’m going crazy!”
“Just put yourself in my hands for two years,” said the psychiatrist. “Come to me three times a week, and I’ll cure your fears.”
“How much do you charge?”
“My fee is $100 per visit.”
“That’s awfully expensive, Doc,” reckoned Shakey. “Let me sleep on it, and I’ll get back to you.”
Six months later, the doctor and Shakey crossed paths. “Why didn’t you ever come to see me again?” asked the psychiatrist.
“For $100 a visit? Heck, a bartender cured me for $10!”
“How do you figure?” asked the psychiatrist.
“He told me to cut the legs off the bed!”
