Restless Sleep

Morris went to a psychiatrist. “Doc,” he said, “I’ve got real trouble. Every time I get into bed, I get his weird feeling that there’s somebody under it. I look under the bed, to check it out, but then I think there’s somebody on top of it. I go back and forth, all night long, on top, under, on top, under… You gotta help me, Doc, I’m going crazy!”
“Just put yourself in my hands for few years,” said the shrink. “Come to me three times a week, and I’ll cure your fears.” “How much do you charge?” “A hundred dollars per visit.” “I’ll think about it,” said Morris. Six months later the doctor met Morris on the street. “Why didn’t you ever come to see me again?” asked the psychiatrist. “For a hundred bucks a visit? My teenage son cured me for free.” “Is that so! How did he do that?”
“He told me to cut the legs off the bed!”
(Source: The European Synagogue Ohel Eliezer, www.theshul.eu – Weekly E-letter, Vol.VI No.42 – | Av 5, 5773 / July 12th, 2013)

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