3. The ones who can’t take a hint
Obama imagined writing a poem about this moment, and publishing it on a clandestine Tumblr under a pseudonym, and telling only Bo and perhaps his publicist’s gay assistant’s assistant.
Airports have been the backdrop of some of my best and worst days.
Sometimes one of the bravest things you can do is go to a party alone. That, and playing dead around a bear. It’s a toss-up.