He Lost His Bags

So I ran into Donald Rumsfeld today. I was working my second job for a non-profit that brings students together from all across the country to learn about the American political system. As I was waiting for student 84 to arrive today at Dulles airport , one of my co-workers blurted out "Is that Donald Rumsfeld?"

Sure enough, with an AARP member's gait, it was ol' Rummy. He was sporting the faux-Brember look: Shirt, sports jacket, slacks and hiking shoes. Who knew the Bremer style would keep? I, being the only person in the group with cajones, waved to Rummy, and with an old politician's reflexes, he waved right back. The fact that I just saw our Secretary of Defense copying a former CPA manager's style wasn't shocking. The fact that he was travelling with no security detail was. He was trailed by what looked like a lowly aide, furiously typing away at his Blackberry.

Sadly, it seemed like United had lost ol' Rummy's bag, thus the reason he kept asking representatives from United for assistance, mentioning that he had to "get back to the office" in a timely fashion, and him missing some of his "paperwork" was not an ideal situation.

He walked within earshot of my group of students as he made his way to the exit, and as a parting gift I exclaimed "Keep up the good work sir!" With a big smile he replied "Thank you very much!", walking away into the sunset. My most significant brush with political fame thus far in my life.