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Originally posted by Spanky
She never did bring it out. And I explained to the waitress why he had to go. The crazy thing is what the hell was Carville doing in LA, and why was he jogging right in the middle of the city? The only reason why I could think he was jogging was because he was in one of the hotels near there, but they all have Gyms with treadmills. I would have asked him all that , but I was so busy trying to be cool and nonchalant that I never got the chance. And why didn't he buy his own newspaper? Fact is truely stranger than fiction.
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Yes.
FWIW, many a time I found myself behind Mary Matalin at the checkout of the crappy little grocery store in Cleveland Park at 10 PM on a weeknight. Other than polite hellos/hows it goings we really did not chat too much.
