He wanted to fire Agent Doe immediately. Even though I was okay, he said that if word got out about the incident, it would make the Secret Service look bad.
I insisted that Agent Doe not be fired. He received a harsh reprimand but was allowed to continue in his job. Everyone who witnessed the incident agreed not to tell any reporters about it.
âIâm sorry, Mr. President,â Agent Doe said when it was all over and everyone had gone back to their posts. âIt will never happen again, sir.â
âThatâs right,â I said with a smile. âI know the Secret Ninja Death Touch now. Next time Iâm going to kick your butt.â
He didnât laugh, but I thought I might have caught him half smiling.
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Front page of the Washington Post, March 19:
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SECRET SERVICE AGENT
ALMOST KILLS PRESIDENT!
Shortly after I was sworn in as president, Chief Usher Honeywell came into the Oval Office and announced, âMr. President, your tutor is here.â
âT-tutor?â I stammered.
âSir, itâs not like I just told you World War III has begun. Itâs just the White House tutor.â
âNobody told me I would have a tutor,â I protested.
âDid you think becoming president meant you would get to miss four years of school, sir?â
âNo, I just ⦠figured I ⦠would be learning a lot on the job.â
âAll children must attend school, sir. Even if the child happens to be president of the United States. A regular school would pose security risks to you. Thatâs why we have a tutor. Donât worry. Mrs. Miller is excellent. She taught President Clintonâs daughter. She taught President Fordâs children. She has taught all the children who lived in the White House for as far back as I can remember.â
âOh, all right,â I agreed reluctantly, âsend her in.â
Honeywell left and a little old lady walked into the Oval Office alone. She was wearing one of those weird black mesh hats that is sort of like a doily that sits on top of your head. I think they issue them to women on their ninetieth birthday. Thatâs about how old Mrs. Miller had to be. She seemed too weak and fragile to still be teaching at her age.
âSo youâre the kid who became president, eh?â Mrs. Miller sneered, looking me over carefully. âYou must think youâre pretty smart.â
âWell, no, I really ââ
âQuiet!â she scolded me. âThat wasnât a question. Donât you have the manners to raise your hand in class?â
Class? I looked around, just checking to make sure there werenât any other kids.
âTell me, Mr. Smarty-Pants,â Mrs. Miller continued, âwhat was the name of the Pilgrimsâ ship?â
âUh ⦠the Mayflower ?â I guessed.
âHmm, you got lucky on that one,â she smirked, pacing the floor like a tiger circling its prey. âWho was our third president?â
âUh ⦠John Adams?â
âNo!â Mrs. Miller shrieked. âThomas Jefferson! When I was a child, I could name all the presidents, backward and forward.â
I thought about saying there had probably only been three or four presidents when she was a child, but I kept my mouth shut.
âNow tell me, young man. Whatâs thirteen times thirteen?â
âUh ⦠I need a calculator,â I said with a shrug.
âUse the one in your head !â she yelled. She had her face right up close to mine now. I felt myself starting to sweat. âHow do you spell coincidence ?â
âC-O-I-N-S ââ
âWrong!â she screamed into my ear. âYou must know this â who was the first person to set foot on the moon?â
âUh ⦠Armstrong?â
âWhat is his first name?â
His first name. His first name. I knew it. I knew I knew it. It was on the tip of my tongue.
âLouis,â I finally said.
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