My brother and I have a Sunday morning ritual of getting a late breakfast at nearby Ritter’s Diner in order to overcome hangover’s from the previous night of drinking. Today was no different, although I was hung over from red wine instead of my more usual bourbon. Except when we pulled up at Ritter’s, there was one of those big black SUV’s with two obviously Secret Service type agents standing next to it. Sunglasses, earpieces, the whole deal. We walked in, but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Eventually, we found out from a fellow breakfaster that Elizabeth Edwards had been there earlier, shaking hands, trying to mingle with the commoners. Ritter’s is one of those “down home” type of restaurants that you always see politicians visiting on tv, and you wonder why you’ve never run into one before.
Anyway, if Mrs. Edwards had been there, that didn’t explain why there were still agents lurking around the place. Until, that is, she poppped out of one of the back dining rooms with a whole armada of aides and associates. All her aides had this annoying groomed professional quality about them that reminded me of people you’d see on The Apprentice. Actually, I didn’t even recognize Edwards when she walked past our section towards the door. I only caught a glimpse of her through the window after my brother pointed her out. She’s not a particularly recognizable person, I think.
She was wearing a bright teal suit coat. It was absolutely hideous and just the wrong color for her. I had a western omelette with cheese, a side of bacon, wheat toast and a large orange juice - which is my usual. It filled the hole, but I didn’t really come back to myself until I took a nap, a walk and a shower later on.
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