I had a good friend who was an engineer for one of the commerical radio stations in S.F.
He operated a pirate station for a couple years off and on, broadcasting from his home in the Richmond district, where I also lived.
We hung out in the same coffee shop and got to talking, and we both had telescopes of fairly good calibre (mine is a 6" russian Mak-Newt). So we did a couple of viewing events at his place.
Anyway in the coffee shop one day, talking about astronomy and chances of life in the Universe, he stated there were definitely aliens. He said they were already on the planet. I asked which cities, he said all major cities. I asked if S.F.? He said yes. I asked where are they. He said amongst us. I asked: in this coffee shop right now? He said yes.
That’s when I started wearing my aluminum foil hat and underpants to bed every night, and I haven’t had a port probe since!