Kill Bill
Lining up for what seemed like a disney land ride to see ex US president Bill Clinton and receive a signed copy of his book “My Life”, I suddenly felt a weird feeling when I was ushered (at long last) into the bookstore for the book signing…what if someone a few feet from me decides he wants to kill Bill…?
I guess it’s that feeling of being in the same room as an ex president and knowing how much of a target they are. We all had to go through a metal detector and there were many secret service dudes (all mainly British it seemed) so chances were pretty slim but you never know.
As we filed around the store past the rows of books I wondered if someone may have sneaked a knife into or behind one of the books just ready to grab and…well anyway that did not happen.
Upon reaching the ex pres I had decided what I was going to say, nothing fawning, I could faintly hear others wishing him good luck, bluurgghhhh. It was very quick and went something like this.
Bill smiled and held out his hand. I shook it and said:
“How are you?”
He was busy signing the book and grinning innanely so did not reply but I was ready…I said:
“How’s the hand? Tired yet?”
“I’m holding out” he replied.
I was ushered away with my newly signed book.
It was only then I wondered if my choice of words had not given Bill a quick flash back to his little session with Monica….I will leave it at that ;0).
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