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My friend Melissa was the Youth Governor for the state of Ohio in 1999.
All the Youth Governors from all 50 states had a convention in DC and were told there was a possibility of meeting the then president, Bill Clinton. Now, here's the part you won't know unless you know my friend; Melissa has dark hair, and especially at the time bore a striking resemblance to another young dark-haired lady who was prominent in the news. The Governors were told to reserve their fanciest outfit for the possible meeting with The Pres.
When it was announced that they would in fact have the opportunity to have a meet-and-greet, Melissa, like all the other youngsters, ran to get all gussied up. They then convened at the appointed time and place and waited. Well, as you might guess, my friend Melissa who, especially at the time, bore a striking resemblance to another dark-haired young lady who was prominent in the news, made the unfortunate but purely innocently choice as her fanciest outfit... a pantsuit of the loveliest blue. :rofl:
She was summarily pulled out of line and sequestered in an austere white room while the presidential handlers and conference organizers made calls and checked her papers and all manner of identity verification took place. Meanwhile, being a 17 yr old wide-eyed kid only interested in representing her state well, poor Mel is on the verge of a massive freakout. Once it was determined (some 2 1/2 hours later) that she was not a plant but was in fact the Youth Governor from the fine state of Ohio, she was let go...unfortunately AFTER the meet and greet had occured.
The next day as she's preparing to leave the hotel, she gets a call. It's someone from the White House asking when her flight was that afternoon and also very politely requesting her presence, at the President's bequest, at a brunch appointment if it would be possible for her to fit it into her schedule. :D
So Mel chooses a different fancy outfit, and has brunch with His Honor in the Oval Office. With handlers present. :D Mr. Clinton apologized profusely for the mix-up, and assured her that if needed he would be happy to write her a letter of recommendation to the college or university of her choice (not that she needed it, she's like a super-genius).
I make her tell this story to anyone who will listen *every* *time* we go out drinking.
The end. :D
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