Doctor, you’ve got to do something about my husband.
What seems to be the problem?
He’s convinced that he is a refrigerator.
“You’re telling me!” snapped the wife. “He sleeps with his mouth open, and the light keeps me awake all night.”
Even three centuries ago Jonathan Swift found himself worried enough to write that “falsehood flies, and the truth comes limping after it; so that when men come to be undeceived, it is too late; the jest is over, and the tale has had its effect.”