“Hey Bert, Old Man Jenkins called in another Santa Clause, do you have eyes on a plane around the airport?”
“Sure do, Tina. Small single engine is making it’s approach now.”
“okay thanks. I’ll give you another ring when he calls in for the 243rd time this year…”
Back when I was a teenager in church, some of the local cops would be talking shit about the “crazies” they would arrest, and apparently one guy would call in about UFOs every time the nearest air force base used the training airspace that was overhead. Multiple times a week, and I guess never listened that it wasn’t aliens.