Get Down! The Russians are coming!
I once had a great aunt. She was a sweet old lady. I loved her to death. To me, she was known as Aunt Rosalie. She was one of my favorite aunts. As you will see, she was also the most colorful.
I’m not a psychiatrist, and therefore, am not qualified to say that she was crazy. However, I am qualified to say that she was a little off the wall.
One evening, I visited her at her home. As she answered the door, and let me in the living room, she screamed at the top of her lungs:
Quick! Get down! The Russians are coming! The Russians are coming! They’re attacking us!
I knew the old lady, and very calmly answered, “Oh yeah? How can you tell?” She said, “Hurry, get under the coffee table!” Then she pointed to the TV and said, “You see that? That’s how I know they’re coming. That’s my communication headquarters with them.”
I stayed there a few minutes longer and listened to her scream and panic. Then, I finally got the hell out of there, and swore I’d never go in that house again.
Less than a year later, she was committed to Bryce Hospital. The professionals at the facility obviously corrected the problem. I saw her about 10 years later, and she had no memory of what happened on that interesting evening.
This is a true story.