Despite appearances to the contrary, I am not married to Karl Rove.
In the past five years, T has been offered a first class seat ("hey, I know you - you shouldn't sit back there! let's trade seats!"), asked how it is to ride on Air Force One while watching it land ("Ma'am, if I were who you think I am, I'd be on that plane, not standing here."), given countless handshakes ("You're doing a great job!"), had some fairly priceless doubletakes (to the point of folks nearly tripping and falling) ... because he looks a whole lot like Karl Rove.
You decide.
Quite a resemblance! Does he always set people straight? I think if strangers wanted to shake my hand and tell me what a great job I m doing, I would be tempted to say humbly, "Well, I do my best!" ;)
ReplyDeleteHe usually tells them, but sometimes they're so darned excited the he lets them enjoy their "celebrity moment."
ReplyDeleteHilarious!! I never noticed before, but I might have to start calling him karl now :) Ha!!
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