Freud in the House

I was sitting and joking with a bunch of friends when my therapist passed by me with a client. He was dressed as a priest with long, flowing black robes and a big silver crucifix hanging from his neck. He turned and gave me a little private smile, perhaps meaning "Indeed, my attire is quite hilarious."

He again turned before closing the door to his office behind him, and said so the whole group could hear, "But, what is she REALLY thinking?" I shot back an extremely witty but now forgotten remark and somehow remained healthily unfazed.