“Alright,” I replied, “but how much do you charge?”
“$80 per visit,” he answered.
I thought for a moment and said, “I’ll sleep on it, and if needed I will come back to you.”
Six months later, I unexpectedly bumped into the psychiatrist on the street. He asked, “Why didn’t you come to see me about those fears you were having?”
I replied, “Well, $80 a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! A bartender cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought a new SUV.”
With a bit of attitude, he asked, “And how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?”
I grinned and said
