Potus, Introductions part III

After she was gone yelling down the hallway, Potus stood and rocked back on his heels, trying to whistle nonchalantly, swinging his arms.  Johnson opened a hidden door and peered in.  He cocked his head quizzically, indicating the missing maid.  Potus shrugged.  Johnson waved him over and Potus gladly ran over to investigate the main bathroom.

Potus looked into the blue walled restroom to see the three Secret Service agents covered in water, performing an epic battle with the toilet plunger in the toilet bowl.  The First Lady cowered in one corner and rushed to Potus’ side.  Johnson stood next to Potus and the First Lady, observing the men.  Occasionally he would speak into his wrist.

“Ten twenty one, badger on the loose in the sink,” Johnson said.

“What does that mean,” Potus asked,  holding his wife closer around the shoulder.

“That’s classified, Sir.”

Two more agents popped their heads into the bathroom from the bedroom.  Johnson waved the first family out of the bathroom and they exited in a hurry.  The moved out of the bedroom and into the West Sitting Hall.  The House concierge waved to some seats and they all sat.

Potus waved the concierge over.  The House concierge walked over and bent over to listen respectfully.

“Listen,” Potus began, whispering conspiratorially.  “I’ve had some issues with the cleaning staff, and I’d like to remove some of the, shall we say, um…  You know?”

“No, I don’t Sir.  Could you be more specific?” the House concierge answered.

“It’s just that…  How shall we say, I’d do better without so many of the, um, undesirables.”

The concierge seemed taken aback.  “Undesirables, Sir?  You mean the Mexicans?”

“No, the blacks,” whispered Potus.

“Certainly Sir, I’ll take care of the reassignments now,” said the concierge and he left in a hurry.

With obvious relief, Potus asked the room, “So, what’s next?”