Ms. Tinfoil: "Hi, I need to see the doctor."
Mary: "Okay, we have an opening next Tuesday at..."
Ms. Tinfoil: "Does your office have WiFi?"
Mary: "No, we're a small practice and..."
Ms. Tinfoil: "That's good. My last neurologist was using WiFi to read my thoughts. He fired me when I told him I was reporting him to the police."
Mary: "Okay... What are you coming in for?"
Ms. Tinfoil: "I want someone to look at my MRI films. All the doctors say they're normal, but I know they work for the government. You can see the microtransistors they placed in my brain to use WiFi on me, and I need a neurologist who can see them, too."
Mary: "I'm not sure Dr. Grumpy is the kind of doctor you need..."
Ms. Tinfoil: "They put them there with special government-trained tics, that bit me and injected the receivers into my bloodstream."
Mary: "I'm sorry, you know, I completely forgot. Dr. Grumpy installed WiFi just last week, so people in the lobby could surf while waiting."
Ms. Tinfoil: "Oh shit, you're part of it, too!"