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[size=large]Bubba was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President. He is a respected businessman, with a factory that produces wood palettes that are used all throughout the south. There was some talk Bubba's factory was being scrutinized by the administration, but he paid it no mind. It's a free country. There's nothing that the government can do to Bubba he's broken no laws. Bubba's money was earned honestly, and an invitation to dinner with the new American President is an honor.
Bubba checked in his coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room. They sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner. The meal was served, but Bubba was startled when the waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off his plate, and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen.
"Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."
"I don't appreciate..."Bubba began, but as he looked into the calm brown eyes of the man across from him, he felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," he concluded, and reached for his glass. Before he could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.
"And his brother Eric is very thirsty." said the President.
Bubba didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, he thought. I will play along. I don't want to seem unkind.
Then his full plate was whisked away before he had tasted a bite.
"Eric's children are also quite hungry."
With a lurch, Bubba crashed to the floor. His chair had been pulled out from under him. He stood, brushing himself off
angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room.
"And their grandmother can't stand for long."
Bubba excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously he had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. He reached for his coat, to find that it had been taken as well. He turned back to the President.
"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."
Bubba wanted to shout- "That was my coat!" But again, he looked at the placid smiling face of his host and decided maybe he was just being a poor sport.He spread his hands helplessly and chuckled. Then he felt his hip pocket and realized his wallet was gone. He excused himself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table. He learned shortly that his credit cards had been maxed out, his bank accounts emptied, his retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and his wife and son had been thrown out of their home. Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or spoken as he learned all this, but finally he lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.
"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't planned for retirement, and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a sub-prime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."
Bubba's hands were shaking, he felt faint. He stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak and drank his wine. Bubba lowered his eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.
"By the way," He added, "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factory. I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There's a whole bunch of Eric
Bubba checked in his coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room. They sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner. The meal was served, but Bubba was startled when the waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off his plate, and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen.
"Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."
"I don't appreciate..."Bubba began, but as he looked into the calm brown eyes of the man across from him, he felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," he concluded, and reached for his glass. Before he could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.
"And his brother Eric is very thirsty." said the President.
Bubba didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, he thought. I will play along. I don't want to seem unkind.
Then his full plate was whisked away before he had tasted a bite.
"Eric's children are also quite hungry."
With a lurch, Bubba crashed to the floor. His chair had been pulled out from under him. He stood, brushing himself off
angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room.
"And their grandmother can't stand for long."
Bubba excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously he had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. He reached for his coat, to find that it had been taken as well. He turned back to the President.
"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."
Bubba wanted to shout- "That was my coat!" But again, he looked at the placid smiling face of his host and decided maybe he was just being a poor sport.He spread his hands helplessly and chuckled. Then he felt his hip pocket and realized his wallet was gone. He excused himself and walked to a phone on an elegant side table. He learned shortly that his credit cards had been maxed out, his bank accounts emptied, his retirement and equity portfolios had vanished, and his wife and son had been thrown out of their home. Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or spoken as he learned all this, but finally he lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.
"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't planned for retirement, and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a sub-prime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."
Bubba's hands were shaking, he felt faint. He stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak and drank his wine. Bubba lowered his eyes and stared at the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.
"By the way," He added, "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factory. I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There's a whole bunch of Eric
I love happy endings 
