A man went to a psychiatrist. "I've got trouble," he said. "Every time I get into bed, I think there's somebody under it. I get under the bed, I think there's somebody on top of it. All night long, I'm looking under the bed or I'm on the floor peering at the bottom of the bed. It's awful. You 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?" the man asked.

"A hundred dollars per visit," answered the psychiatrist.

"I'll sleep on it," said the man.

Six months later the psychiatrist met this same man on the street and asked, "Why didn't you ever come to see me again?"

"For a hundred bucks a visit?" the man said. "My best friend cured me for nothing."…