Fun with the NSA

An Iranian/Netherlander filmmaker calls up the NSA asking about a lost email. Would they possibly have a copy they could send him? Well, if they weren't saving his mail before, they are now.

I'm sure the NSA lady suspected this was a joke, but had to continue the call just in case it wasn't. Meanwhile technicians were scrambling in the background; getting GPS coordinates for a possible drone strike should he suddenly admit to terrorist intentions.

I long for the good old days, when you could call up the White House and ask for Spiro Agnew's shoe size, and they couldn't trace the call unless you stayed on for longer than three minutes.