Glenda was sure she would be the one to greet the aliens when they finally arrived. She knew approximately where they would land and she knew approximately when they would land. She was so sure that she forced her husband to move to the Jersey shore in order to better prepare for their coming. She was correct.
On certain mornings, Glenda would awake in a panic, scream - which would, in turn, awake her husband, and frantically prepare to go to the beach. She was sure that is where the aliens would come. She was unsure of which beach in particular would entice the alien visitors - would it be Avalon, Barnegat Light, perhaps Seaside - so she would go with her feeling on a given day.
This day she chose correctly. Just as the alien space craft came into sight, Glenda grabbed her husbands arm, screamed - which, in turn, startled her husband, and posed for a picture. Her husband was given strict orders to wait until the space craft was in plain view behind Glenda, but this was just another in a series of strict orders given to Glenda's husband. He was quite prone to fail most orders.
"Ooh, ooh... here it comes, ready?"
"Yes, Glenda, I'm ready."
"Like I said, wait until it's in plain view."
"Yes, yes, I know... *snap* ... whoops."
"Whoops? What?"
"I took a picture already."
"So, take another one."
"Glenda, I forgot to get more film."
