the governor does a public access show, generally once a month. he hosts said show and asks a guest to appear on it as well, who he interviews about politics. the woman who runs it, whose name is karen, is a total doll and he drives her up a wall, so once a month when we schedule the show for him (a month in advance) we joke about him and it's great. and then, once a month, i remind him his show is coming up, and he starts calling people--from my office, mind you--and claims that the show has just been scheduled (when, in reality, it has likely been on his calendar for a month, if not more), and finds a guest.
i reminded him of his upcoming show on monday of this week, and when he came in this morning it was the first thing he wanted to take care of. he calls several people before i suggest he try the senator, who started off in the governor's administration, back in the early 90s.
the intern at the senator's office sounds like he's about 15, but logic would dictate he's got to be at least 18 or 19. either way, he couldn't have been more than 11 when the governor left office (that's how old i was), and while this kid is living and working in the same state in which my boss was once governor, and you might guess that he MIGHT know the governor's name, he also might not.
so, when he asks the governor to repeat and spell his last name, he gets that same, funny, smart-assed smile on his face. he spells his name out slowly, then says "do me a favor."
"sure," the intern replies.
"ask somebody in your office who i am."
"ok," that poor kid says nervously, and hangs up the phone.
the governor leans back and crosses his arms, triumphant. "there," he says. as if a serious issue has been resolved.
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