The group sat around the oval table with long faces, simply focusing on the bowl of hard boiled eggs in the center. Their contemplation was shattered when the door opened suddenly held by the tall silverhaired man. He grinned, then winked like a steward greeting guest on the defunct Braniff Airlines. "Good morning Minyans! Baruch Habah!". As his smile widen the POTUS strode into the room with the same smile on his face.
He halted midway between the door and the oval table apparently taking in the group. His tense cheaks slowly dropped and his eyebrows knit. Glancing back at the taskmaster who was still holding the door knob, he cocked his head slightly and motioned toward the gathering. Taking his que, the obsequious doorman dropped his expression down to a decisive reserve and bellowed out "All Rise!".
The addle assemblage became alert, then unsure, then in a mitigating fashion they slowly rose. The High Muckamuck reforged his smile, lunged toward the table and the centerpiece, grabbing the top egg.
"Please...Please, help yourself. It's on me".
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