Work humor

I was in the car transporting a mentally ill veteran to the hospital for his injection (medication). I was doing my best to listen to his woes as he was angry for a variety of reasons. I guess I was doing an ok job because he did his very best to pay me a compliment. He told me I would be a great stripper and would make a lot more money doing that than being a social worker. I laughed so hard that he started laughing too although I don't know if he knew why we were laughing. At least it lightened the mood and put a smile on his face.