`` there i was , freshly returned from a five-martini lunch , talking to this terrified woman who was standing in a drugstore phone booth in omaha , trying to tell her it was all right , not to worry that her husband believed that the phones were full of radium crystals , that a bunch of anonymous people were sending android girl scouts to get the goods on him , not to worry that her husband had disconnected his talent from his mentality to such a degree that he could believe there was an elf living in his typewriter .