The Mothership Has Landed (a really short story)
I got away from Baton Rouge HQ one evening to relax. I came back at 11PM to check on things before going to my room. Opie was on duty at the entrance. I had met him the previous evening. He was good-natured, about 60, and had worked for a security company in Baton Rouge most of his life. As I said good evening to him, a woman drove up in a rusted 80s vintage car. The back seat was filled with clothes to the window sills. She got out of the car, approached Opie, and began explaining to him that he needed to help her contact FEMA so she could get paid for the 9 days she had worked for them.
"My cousin is George Bush", she continued, "and even though he got me the job, I don't expect to work for free. Just because it was top secret work doesn't mean I shouldn't get paid".
Opie's mouth dropped open as she continued, "Did I tell you I was married to Elvis?"
As I said, "See you later!" and walked inside, he rolled his eyes and replied, "The mothership has landed".