Ever since Mikey was a child, he had always had a fear that someone was under his bed at night.
One day he decided to end this fear and went to see a psychiatrist for a solution.
Mikey said to him, “I’ve got problems. Every time I go to bed, I think there’s somebody under it. I’m scared. And I think I’m going crazy.”
“Just put yourself in my hands for one year,” said the psychiatrist. “Come talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears eventually.”
“How much do you charge?” asked Mikey.
“$200 per visit,” replied the psychiatrist.
“I’ll think of it and if needed I will come back to you,” Mikey said.
Six months later he met the psychiatrist on the street. The psychiatrist had not heard from Mikey all along.
“Hey, why didn’t you come to see me about those fears you were having?” the psychiatrist asked.
“Well doc…” Mikey replied, “$200 a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money!”
He continued to explain, “An Indian friend of mine cured me for the price of one plate biryani and a bottle of coke. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought myself a new SUV.”
“Is that so?!” exclaimed the psychiatrist, with a feeling of defeat and disappointment, and with a bit of an attitude he asked, “and how, may I ask, did your friend cure you?!”
“He told me to sell the bed and sleep on a mattress on the floor,” said Mikey.
Moral of the Story:
Skip the Psychiatrists.
Talk to a friend instead.
There is always an Indian way to solve a difficult problem.