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> Nobby <smb@txc.net.au> wrote in message
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> > You said it! I wonder if he believes aliens live at the bottom of his
> > refrigerator too ? I kinda suspect he's the sorta guy that wraps his head
> > in tin-foil to keep out the CIA's microwaves.
> >

Actually, it has happened in real life. The agency I worked for was
providing cooperative support to the municipal police force of a large
Canadian city a number of years ago (1984, I think). While sitting in
the CID offices, a call came in from the front desk and was patched
through (probably a with a grin from the dispatch sergeant). It was a
lady in the city who was concerened about the alien space ships who were
shooting laser beams in through her windows at her, her dog and her TV.
With a due seriousness and concern, the senior detective asked her if
she had any aluminum foil in the house, to which she replied that she
had. He then advised her to wrap herself in tinfoil from head to foot to
protect herself. Still concerned, but apparently relieved, the lady
thanked the policeman and hung up. 

We continued our discussions for about a half an hour when my colleague
said "I can't stand it anymore... I've got to find out what she did" and
promptly called one of his mobile units and asked them to swing by the
lady's house and see if she was OK. The CID offices exploded into gales
of tear-wrenching hysteria when the mobile called in. Apparently the
officer knocked on the door  and then heard a strange rustling sound.
The door opened to a strange sight, indeed. Not only was the lady neatly
wrapped head to foot in tin foil, but so was what appeared to be a small
toy poodle who was trying to scratch it off. Fighting to maintain his
composure, the policeman told her it was OK now, that the alien craft
had departed the area and wouldn't be back soon.

We went for a beer afterward and re-lived the moment a number of times.
Each time it seemed to get funnier, although I couldn't help feeling
just a little sorry for the poor, deluded lady. Since then I have heard
a number of similar stories, some of which appear to be approaching
urban myth. However, I know for sure this one was true - I was there to
actually see it unfold. ...Poor lady.

-- 
Burns
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