Meanwhile,
somewhere upstairs, Potus adjusted his tie and prepared to go to his first
cabinet meeting. Mrs. Potus came by the
mirror and made eye contact.
“Why
hello Mr. President,” she cooed.
“Hello,
First Lady,” he answered flippantly adjusting his tie.
“Are
you married you sexy fox?” They
occasionally liked to role-play as strangers.
“I love a man with power.”
“Yes,
I am, dear, I’m sorry. My wife is a fine
woman indeed!”
“Oh,
well, what does she have that I don’t?
Besides you could just leave her and go with me,” she pouted.
He
smiled and grabbed her hips, still making eye contact in the mirror. “Ah forget it, she’ll never find out,” he
said and pulled her closer to him as she giggled. “Do you think Lincoln would have approved of
us here? Eh, you temptress? Would you like me to wear a top hat?” He made a hat doffing gesture as he bent the
First Lady back, holding her by the waist and balancing her on his thigh. Just then, Johnson head of POTUS detail
walked in.
“Oh,
sorry Sir. Ma’am...” he said.
Mr.
and Mrs. Potus separated, stood apart and adjusted their clothes into a more
professional straightness.
Johnson
cleared his throat and said, “Sir, whenever you are ready...”
“Yes,
yes,” said Potus and he pecked Mrs. Potus on the cheek chastely. “See you at lunch,” and then in a stage
whisper added, “First Lady.”
The
First Lady blushed and covered her mouth while she smiled.
“Johnson,
let’s go,” Potus said as he walked out of the room.
“Yes
Sir,” Johnson said and followed.
As
they were walking down the hallway, Potus turned conspiratorially to
Johnson. “Thank you for taking care of
the roses for me,” he said.
“No
problem Sir, that’s what we do.”
“I
really appreciate it. February is always
a hard time for me; I hate the whole Valentine’s Day commercialism. Who even invented roses for Valentine’s Day? It makes no sense!”
“I
agree,” Johnson said distractedly. He
lifted his cuff to his hand and said, “Seven ninety eight, Turkey in the North
Fridge.”
“What’s
all that nonsense you keep jabbering?”
“That’s
classified,” Johnson said.
They
reached the end of the hallway next to an elevator where two guards stood. Potus saluted, and they responded. It was always a bit crowded with the six or
eight people waiting for the elevator.
Potus rocked on his heels and balls of his feet, swinging his arms a
bit. He started whistling a little tune
as he usually did when he was a bit nervous.
“Heyo
boy, watch out now, they’ll chew you up,” he muttered.
“I’m
sorry?” Johnson turned and asked.
“Ah,
nothing. It’s just a song.”
Johnson
tilted his head and put his hand to his right ear.
“Come
again?”
“Just
a song. I think it’s from the eighties.”
“Two
forty nine. Roger.”
“Oh,
you weren’t talking to me?” Potus asked.
“Sorry
Sir?”
“Man
Eater! That’s the song!”
“Yes. Ok.”
“Watch
boys she’ll chew you up,” Potus sang off-key.
The
other Secret Service agents shuffled their feet and stared at the ground, the
walls, and the elevator doors. There was
a mildly uncomfortable pause while Potus hummed under his breath.
One of the guards
on the left side of the elevator doors spoke up, “Sir! I believe that’s Hall and Oates!”
Potus nodded
appreciatively and jabbed the guard’s shoulder.
“You’re right! Daryl Hall and
John Oates. Well done!”
The guard beamed
and everyone laughed appreciatively, relieved to remember the song. They waited a while more for the elevator to
arrive. Finally the door opened and
everyone bolted for the entrance, uncomfortably trying to squeeze inside the
ancient elevator.
As they descended,
Potus hummed under his breath, rocking on his feet. One of the Secret Service agents on his right
half-sung under his breath, “Whoa, whoa here she comes.”
Another Secret Service
agent continued, “Watch out boy...”
Johnson turned
around from his position in front and made a hacking motion across his
neck. The two agents suddenly went
silent.
Potus hummed and could
not help himself: “Watch out boy she’ll chew you up!”
Johnson turned
forward and stared at the elevator doors.
Potus cleared his throat and tried to calm his nerves. The doors opened and they contingent of Potus
and Secret Service detail filed out into the hallway.
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