“It’s a nice place,” Harvey bragged to Muriel as they patiently awaited George’s and Gloria’s arrival.
“It reminds me of when we were kids in Queens,” she pointed out, “when we visited Sherwood Island in Connecticut every summer.”
“While we’re waiting let’s get the food ready.”
In the distance they heard a metallic voice.
“I am Klaatu from Planet BR 549. You must obey me.”
The couple politely explained that they were not interested.
“I don’t get it,” Klaatu complained. “It works on shows like ‘The Twilight Zone’. Why doesn’t it work in real life?”
He then walked away quite heartbroken.
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Great point, well illustrated. We probably wouldn’t believe people saying they were aliens or Jesus saying he’d returned. We’re far to cynical these days. I don’t think the War of the Worlds thing would happen today.
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In a way that’s good because we won’t fall for false alarms. Something may be really happening, though, and then we may miss out on it
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The couple politely explained that they were not interested
This line made me laugh. Poor alien. You just can’t get respect these days.
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They treated it as if it were but a mere inconvenience. He must have been quite taken aback
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I’m afraid Klaatu came at the wrong time in history. He’d need an ID card to be believed. Good writing, Larry. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thanks Suzanne. Everyone should have an ID It keeps things organized
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Hahahaha! Good story Larry! ❤
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