The Secret Service drops us off at McDonalds and we go in. I decided to go with a McRib- the officially sandwich of the Obama White House. Joe couldn't decide. He finally whined "Maybe I'll try one of those fritters you are always talking about."
I said, "Joe, they don't have those here." He started crying. Can you believe that?"It's not fair- I'm the Vice- President. They should just make me some..."
He went on, getting more and more worked up until we had to leave. I'm never going to lunch with that guy again...