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Ever since I was a child, I’ve always had a fear of someone under my bed at night. So I went to a headshrinker one day and told him:
"I've got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared. I think I'm going crazy."
"Just put yourself in my hands for one year", said the shrink. "Come talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears."
"How much do you charge?"
"Two hundred rand per visit", replied the doctor.
"I'll sleep on it", I said.
A Year later the doctor met me on the street.
"Why didn't you come to see me about those fears you were having?" he asked.
"Well, two hundred rand a visit, three times a week for a year, is R 31,200. A barman cured me for the cost of a beer. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went on a Starlight luxury cruise up the east coast of Africa to Italy and flew back first class."
"Is that so?" With a bit of an attitude he said, "And how, may I ask, did a barman cure you?"
"He told me to cut the legs off the bed. There is nobody under there now."
Forget the shrinks. Have a drink & talk to a barman! It's always better to get a second opinion.
[Thanks to the Austin Healey Club of Southern Africa]
"I've got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared. I think I'm going crazy."
"Just put yourself in my hands for one year", said the shrink. "Come talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears."
"How much do you charge?"
"Two hundred rand per visit", replied the doctor.
"I'll sleep on it", I said.
A Year later the doctor met me on the street.
"Why didn't you come to see me about those fears you were having?" he asked.
"Well, two hundred rand a visit, three times a week for a year, is R 31,200. A barman cured me for the cost of a beer. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went on a Starlight luxury cruise up the east coast of Africa to Italy and flew back first class."
"Is that so?" With a bit of an attitude he said, "And how, may I ask, did a barman cure you?"
"He told me to cut the legs off the bed. There is nobody under there now."
Forget the shrinks. Have a drink & talk to a barman! It's always better to get a second opinion.
[Thanks to the Austin Healey Club of Southern Africa]
