So I was in a cab, on my way back to the office from an interview, when the driver pointed at a poster of District 9.
Taxi Driver: They're here!
Me: District 9? Yeah, good movie.
Taxi Driver: No! Not the movie! Aliens!
TD: Aliens are here!
Me: Um...that's just a billboard...and it's only a movie.
TD: Aliens came here just before KLIA was completed, and they met Dr M!
Okay. I considered my situation. We were travelling at 60 km an hour. Light traffic. No rain.
If I were to jump out of the car, I would need to do 20 sommersaults, a triple lutz, run up a lamp post, do 30 more spinning full body rotations while doing complete sommersaults, spread my arms and land on a passing car with panache, just to neutralise the inertia.
A feat I was not willing to do without a trenchcoat. Because the trenchcoat makes me look cool.
So, escape being impossible, communication was key to diffuse the situation. Meaning that I need to avoid talking to the taxi driver, lest he continues his alien conspiracy theories.
Naturally, I egged him on.
TD: When Mahathir was president, the aliens came to see him at KLIA, before KLIA was finished.
TD: He couldn't tell the world, because of the Queen, see?
Me: The aliens had a queen?
TD: No, no, our queen lah! Mahathir promised our queen he would not reveal the aliens.
Me: So, how did the alien spaceships look like?
TD: Like...like...a spinning top.
Me: Why does it spin?
TD: To create stability and to fly.
Me: Well, won't the aliens get dizzy, if their spaceship keeps on spinning all the time? I mean, it wouldn't be very convincing if they were to just show up at say, the White House and say, "We are your conquerors now! Blueeerrrrgh!!! I'm sorry. I get saucer-sckness easily and we have been traveling on that spinnin - bwwaaaaaaarrrrgh! Anyone got any ginger tea?"
TD: All aliens are geniuses.
Me: Genius won't cure motion sickness, you know. Believe me.
And we rode in silence for the rest of the way.
Oh well. I guess that's one way to do it.