The Donald

Yup, thats right. The Donald ... Donald Trump to be exact. You may be wondering why i call him "The Donald". Thats a dumb thing to wonder about because thats just how close i am to the guy, that i can call him by a the and his first name.

I'll tell ya the story ...

I attribute this whole thing to McDonalds actually, who knows ... lucrative deal with both Donalds? i'm dreamin, anyway...

So we stayed in the Trump hotel and tower for part of our honeymoon and while we were there we decided that touching anything in the hotel would be a disaster because we didn't know how much it would cost us to just touch the dumb stuff so i went to McDonalds to get us some breakfast, McGriddles mmmm mmmm!

When i got back i had to haul in some stuff from the car and carry to extra large orange juices. Now picture me myself and I trying to carry a bunch of stuff into this super nice hotel with all of these bell boys expecting a tip from me because they went adn got my car for me. Well while i was walking through the lobby one of the beautiful orange beverages decided to get slippery on me and start to fall! So me and my amazing skeels grabs the juice before it falls! Jack Bower here i come!

Well Juice in the plastic cup is very easy to spill if you squeeze to hard to when i caught it my body told my hands that they needed to squeeze hard to hold on to it so out comes a majority of the orange juice like a fountain onto Mr. Trump's elegant floor! oooooooooppppppsssss!

So one of the security people runs over and says its ok and starts to clean it up! So i went and sat down all flustered and ready to go back up to the room.

So i look to the left to the left and see some guys in suits walking out of a hallway. I didn't think anything of it until i look back and see, you guessed it ... THE DONALD!!

He walks right past me with his pimped out possy and you know what i said?!

NOTHING!!!! Not a dang thing! That may or may not have been one of the biggest regrets of my life up to this point, maybe the only regret! I know i know, i'm a horrible person ...

Why couldn't i have just been nice and said, "hello Mr. Trump, your hotel is very savvy and i am staying here for my honeymoon." or something cordial like that. I have been kicking myself in the downstairs ever since that fateful moment

Actually if you have any ideas of things i should have said or asked him please feel free to write a comment for me! (hopefully you made it this far ...)

So moral of the story is, The Donald is real!! he isn't just a face on T.V. he is real!!