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Originally posted by Not Bob
Oh, and I have two strange political encounters.
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WAY too many to count. A sampling:
Working in politics as a young twenty-something, there was one point in time when I had no shortage of attractive young female interns and assistants (luckily, as described below, this was not an extended period of time). Well, it soon became clear that one of my functions as their employer was to serve as chaperone whenever one particular statewide elected official I was more than somewhat beholden to was in the vicinity.
I spent many evenings that would have been more productive elsewhere doing an imitation of an utterly vacant third wheel as everyone but elected sleezeball did their best to get out of a variety of situations. (Yes, hilarity ensued.)
On another occassion, uninvited elected official under indictment strolls into fundraiser for my friend Mr. Clean. Mr. Clean expresses exasperation and another buddy and I take on task of convincing Mr. Striped Shirt that he should be someplace else that evening. Ultimately, after it becomes clear that Mr. Striped Shirt is doing his best to associate with Mr. Clean in every way, shape and form ("I'd be happy to leave, I just want to get a say hello to Mr. Clean; Oh, is that a photographer over there?"), Mr. Striped Shirt gets his wish of a photograph with Mr. Clean -- as Mr. Clean forcibly evicts him.
