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The Clintononio Family.
As Hillary waits for her husband she flips through the juke-box selection to consider a song that might fit her campaign. The gnarly-faced patron sitting singly at a table, pulled himself out of his seat where he had just ordered his double meated cheeseburger, and shoved the chair back under the table with exacting force. As he walked by Hillary, he noticed the carrots and stared at the woman who had ordered them, as he rounded the seats and entered the restroom to wash his hands in the lavatory. The man hadn't noticed the thin man who came in to sit by her in the booth.
"Where's Chelsea?"
"She parking the car. Parallel parking out there. She has always had trouble with that kind of parking, but the sensors on this car should make it a no big deal. Don't worry." Bill stares at the crispy carrots setting in a french fry basket and cringed.
"Your kidding me, Hillary," he mutters, as he belatedly takes one and eats it. He notices the two body guards sitting at the bar.
"Dare you to order some 'carrot fries' for them," he says to his wife. "You'd probably be shot with a 9 MM to your tongue!" he laughed. "I'll probably 'borrow' some of theirs." Hillary frowns.
The man empties the lavatory and walks around in front of Hillary. He eyes her again.
"Where do I know her from?" he thinks. Then his eyes dart to Bill. He is stunned.
"Bill Clinton! I can't believe it. What the hell are you eating those darn carrots for? This diner makes the best fries in New York State!"
"Bill is on a diet!" Hillary scorns. "He's a heart patient, sir."
"Senator Clinton!" he shouts. "I knew I should know you. I'm voting for you. I am sick to death of the Republicans and Bush and Cheney should be jailed. The worst presidential administration in the history of the US. What they are doing is criminal."
Hillary stands and shacks his hand, as he introduces himself as Jack Monningham. Quickly Jack turns to Bill and grabs his hand and gives him a handful of shack and slaps him on the back. Your the best president this nation ever has had. You shouldn't be eatiing those carrots. That's criminal - mob criminal at that! Ya' gotta try the fries here. They are the greatest in upper New York!"
Jack goes to his table, grabs his huge platter of french fries and shoves them under Bill's chin.
"Hey!" shouts a voice from the front door. "Don't do that!" It is Chelsea who rushes to pry the basket from her dad.
"Give the man a break. These are the best french fries in upper New York. They are so great they should be named 'Clinton Fries!'"
"Good idea!" said Hillary. "I'm going to talk to the owner and have him rename just that on his menu, and he can name the carrot sticks, "Hillary, baby carrot crunches." It's advertising my compaign, and I can write him out a check."
By this time, President Clinton has taken his last bite of his fries!
"You're right. These things are better than McDonald's fries."
"Shoot, I come in here every day and order them!" as Jack slaps his beer belly. "This may look like a beer belly, but it's not. It's a "Sally's Diner Frie Belly!" he laughs. Bill gives out a belly laugh. Isn't it great to have been the first black president in The United Staes!
"What time are you here? I can drive over and eat with you when we are in this area of New York?"
"Here's your fries," said the waitress as she puts them on his table. "The fries are on the house, and we are indeed going to make a change in our menu to accommodate your idea. We can get new menus by the weekend!"
"Grab your food and chair and join us, " says Bill. "That way I can bum some more fries off of you. I don't want to hear it Chelsea and don't tell you mother," Bill finishes as he slaps Jack's back, as he sits down to eat with the Clintons.
Actually, ... both Clintons are in a dangerous situation here, because the paid guards are stuffing down two "on the house" baskets of Clinton fries, ... heavy on the catsup.
And so the adventures of the Clinton family makes more down-home friends and votes for Hillary.
