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I was watch­ing more of all this elec­tion junk when Fox had some­one on who grew up in pol­i­tics.  Every­time I see this per­son I giggle.

I had a…uhmh, run in with him sev­eral years ago.

Dur­ing that time J worked for a finan­cial com­pany and trav­eled a lot.  There were many guys at that com­pany that did the same.  So once a year, the com­pany would have a 3 day “con­fer­ence” in a nice/fun place (Orlando, San Diego, etc) and allow the wives to come for free.  They guys would be in meet­ings most of the day, but they had activ­i­ties for the wives.  It was pretty fun.

The last night they would have a ban­quet with a speaker that was in the finan­cial indus­try. Boooooor­ing.  I usu­ally zoned out and passed stu­pid notes around the table.

This one par­tic­u­lar ban­quet, just before it started, J was hav­ing to wrap up some details with a big-time client over in a cor­ner so I was stand­ing by the bath­room bored out of my gourd.  This guy walked up and asked if I knew where the bath­rooms were.

Uh-Duh!  “Actu­ally, I’m block­ing the way. Sorry about that”, I say as I smile politely and step off to the side. He laughs and mut­ters some­thing about me being a good bath­room bouncer.

That’s me, Burly Betty!

He comes out a short time later and just stands there beside me. I looked at him and ask, “Try­ing to take my job?”

He burst out laugh­ing. Loudly. And said, “So do you work for Com­pany X?”

“Nope, I’m just an expen­sive tro­phy wife. Can’t you tell?”

“Oh yeah, you’ve got dia­monds dripping.”

We had been chat­ting for a lit­tIe bit when I noticed that peo­ple were obnox­iously look­ing at us and giv­ing me raised eyebrows.

I quickly double-checked myself: Am I flirt­ing? Does he have a gun? Do I have a huge booger at the end of my nose?

I think he picked up on my sud­den stiff­ness and grace­fully excused himself.  J must have fin­ished up his con­ver­sa­tion cause he walked over to me with a cheshire grin.

“What?!”, I whis­pered loudly to him.

“That was our keynote speaker you were chum­ming up with.”

I didn’t get it…“So?”

“You don’t know who he is?” He’s still got that goofy grin.

“Some guy that needed to use the john.”

J chuck­led and handed me the speaker’s lastest book, “Twice adopted”. By Michael Rea­gan.  I had to read the inside cover to real­ize he was Ronald Reagan’s son.

Oops.

He’s just a guy that needed to empty his blad­der before he went on stage. Still makes me chuckle though.