Psychiatrists vs. Bartenders

A WOMAN HAD A FEAR OF SOMEONE UNDER HER BED AT NIGHT. SO SHE WENT TO A PSYCHIATRIST AND TOLD HIM . . .. '
I've got a problem. Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared and can’t fall asleep. 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?' The woman asked.
'Eighty dollars per visit,' replied the doctor.
'Let me think about it,' she said.
Six months later the doctor met her on the street.
'Why didn't you ever come to see me about those fears you were having?' he asked.
'Well, Eighty bucks 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 me a new sports car!'
'Is that so!' With a bit of an attitude he said, 'and how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?'
'He told me to cut the legs off the bed! – There ain't nobody under there now !!!'