Everyone and their dogs knew the President was passing through town to vote early. And yesterday, my Twitterfeed went insane with sightings of Marine One. I started to roll my eyes and think, “Seriously? …..” The thought didn’t fully form in my head before I smacked it down as being all hipster/bitch and… utter hypocrisy.
When I was in Washington a couple of weeks ago, I stood in C’s office looking out her window because she has a view (albeit obstructed) of the National Mall. I spotted four helicopters.
Me: C – why are there four helicopters flying across the Mall?
C: Because the President is in one.
Me: (thinking) Oh, sure. Decoy ship.
C: So be sure to shoot down the right one.
Me: (blinking hard)
Then S walked in the room.
Me: S, check it out. The President’s helicopter.
S: Be sure to shoot down the right one.
Now, I know for sure that at least one of these ladies is voting to re-elect, so this was not at all hostile. Must be some weird Washingtonian humor. But I felt icky. And all provincial midwestern. So I will not be mocking anyone that was all jazzed to see Marine One.