Funny Monday rides again!

There was a salesman who had allowed the normal stresses of life and work to really get to him.  His income was irregular.  His sales manager was at times difficult.  And his call reluctance was building.

For the most part, he considered himself a man with good common sense.  However, lately he had even become convinced that there was someone actually hiding under his bed at night and it was interfering with his sleep.  No matter how many times he got out of bed and looked beneath – he just couldn’t seem to shake the feeling that someone was under there waiting to “get him”.

Finally, he sought out the services of a qualified professional in the field of Psychiatry.

The first meeting with the Psychiatrist was complementary.  After the two chatted for a few minutes, the Doctor said, “There is good news.  I am 100% certain that I can help you defeat that uneasy feeling that someone is hiding under your bed at night.”

“Great!” replied the salesman.

Knowing that his “government provided” health plan was going to leave a significant expense out of his pocket, he asked, “How much will this cost?”

The Doctor replied, “Well, I will need to see you three times per week for one year.  Your out of pocket amount per visit is $75.”

The salesman did the math and exclaimed, “That is $11,700 per year!  I am not sure I can do that.  I need to think about it.”

The salesman and the Psychiatrist passed each other in the Post Office about four weeks later.

The Doctor said, “Hello.  How have you been?”

The salesman replied, “Great Doc!”  He continued, “I know I never followed up with you – but my bartender solved my problem for only $10!”

“Ten Dollars!” exclaimed the Psychiatrist.  “How did he do that?”

The salesman began, “Well, I was ordering a bourbon two weekends ago at my favorite bar.  The bartender could tell something was just not right, and asked me what was wrong.  I told him that I was so stressed at work that I had become convinced that someone was hiding under my bed at night, just waiting to get me.  And to make matters worse, it was going to cost me $11,700 in Doctor bills to fix my problem.”

The bartender said, “If you will buy me a bourbon too, I will tell you how to fix your problem.”

The salesman continued, “Having nothing to lose – I bought him the bourbon.”

“The bartender lifted his glass, shook the ice around and took a long sip.  Then he looked at me and gave me the simple answer.”

The bartender said, “Cut the legs off your bed.”

“Problem solved.” said the salesman.  “And $11,700 saved.”