This morning I got my 50th birthday call from President Obama. It was awkward because I knew it was coming and I was nervous. And I could tell he was tired and stressed from having to make many of these calls.
I stupidly said, “Hey, who’s going to call you when you turn 50?”
He funnily said, “Maybe I’ll quit the day before, just so I can get my 50th birthday call.”
I figure you have to be quick on your feet to be President. I think I would blow it a lot. Bombs would be headed towards the USA and I would get overwhelmed and say, “I feel like some bologna.”