At the end of a therapy session....
Patient X: (with VERY heavy accent/Southern drawl) Ya know....you really are jest like a bacon.
Me: (what????) I am? Well......thank you. I happen to think bacon is great.
Patient X: A bacon is great. Yur personality is just like a bacon......from thuh naaht sky above us.
Me: (has he stopped taking his meds??? oh crap....maybe he is having delusions right now!)
Me: (in my best calming therapist voice) Sooooo.....tell me about the bacon from the sky.
Patient X: I am trying to tell you! It's like this.....you draw othahs in tuh-ward you.......like a bacon.
Me: Okaaaay.... Tell me a bit more about the bacon.
Patient X: I am jest usin a figger of speech!! ....comparin' you to a bacon--a bacon of light!
Me: Bacon of light? Oh...wait.....you mean beacon of light!
Patient X: That is what Ah said! A bacon of light!
Me: Well--- thank you. That is a very nice thing to say. And I like beacons almost as much as I like bacon. So, thank you, thank you very much.
Bacon of Light....we really do exist.
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