Last night I shook hands with Bill Clinton, former President of the United States.

It all began when my mom said there was a seminar that Bill Clinton was going to present, and that he would actually be there, vouching for Hillary, his wife, in the presidential campaign.

When I first got there, there were a bunch of men pacing around in the back, glancing at their watch. I thought they were Secret Service at first, but then they started chatting with the reporters, and then entirely walked away.

I sat at the chair for a pretty long time. Clinton was late.

After an hour of which I changed my mom’s cell phone wallpaper two times, changed the ring tone once, and flown a hot-air balloon in a mobile game, suddenly a balding man came out.

I knew he was the real deal. There was a little wire coming out from behind his ear, and a clip, which, on the end of it, was a earphone. He spoke into a little walky-talky, and a second black-haired man came out. He looked around, walked around for a bit, and pretty much checked out the place.

No terrorists. No evil people. He said something in his walky-talky, and three people walked out, accompanied by two wired men.

One of those three people was white-haired. He was smiling. And waving. Secret Service, I figured, didn’t wave. It was obviously President Bill Clinton.

The bald man and the other men strategically placed themselves in corners, back, and front.

Then the speech began.

The United States developed a nuclear weapon in the nineteen hundreds. When Vietnam and other countries tried to do research, the U.S. turned on them and said, “No, you can’t do that.” Furthermore, the Bush Administration has been trying to develop two more nuclear weapons!

I’m not the best marketer in the world, but I can tell you, if the company made me sell this, I’d be broke. You cannot have one, and we get two. Great marketing, as I said. *public breakup and laughter here*

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I will be very happy when there is the first African-American President. I will be happy when there is the first woman President. I will be very happy when there is the first Asian, Muslim, or even Native American president…

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…we need to pick the best President. *huge cheers from crowd*

Clinton was a marvelous speaker. He used hand motions and gestures when one needed them, and frequently he made funny comments, causing the audience to break up and laugh. It made the mood much more friendly.

At the end of the two hour speech, he went to the side of the podium. Everyone crowded to shake his hand. When I got there, a huge mob of people had gathered. The Secret Service were shouting for everyone to step back, and poor Clinton was getting squished until he stepped behind the rope.

In the end, I squished and squeezed and pushed and pulled until, amazingly, I found myself next to Clinton. I shook his hand, and he said I was his “youngest supporter”.

I walked away, a happy feeling in my head. Later, I joked that Clinton’s hand was no different, just a bit crisp. A firm handshake did the trick.

I only wished that Hillary Clinton was also there. It would have been perfect. But then again, it’s what you need, not what you want.