After weeks of going sleepless, at the suggestion of a friend, I visited his psychiatrist, seeking a solution and a possible cause for the problem.

"Doc," I said, "I've got trouble. Every time I get into bed, I think there's somebody under it. I think I'm going nuts!"

The doc asked me several more questions and after reviewing the questionaire I had filled out, suggested "Just put yourself in my hands for one year, Come talk to me three times a week, and we should be able to get rid of those fears."

I asked, "How much do you charge?"

"Eighty dollars per visit, replied the doctor."

I responded, "I'll think about it,"

Six months later i ran into the doctor on the street and he enquired, "Why didn't you ever come back to see about those fears you were having?"

I replied "Well Eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! A bartender cured me for $10."

"Is that so! And how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?" , said the Doc, a bit peeved.

I told him, "He told me to cut the legs off the bed! and ain't no way anybody can get under there now ! ! !"