Donald Trump stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his long red tie. He looked at his reflection, smiled, and thought, “The best face that money could buy.” He looked around the gas station’s restroom one last time and shuddered. How could people use such things? He pushed open the door and joined the adoring crowd waiting for him outside.
His son Donald Junior rushed up to him. “Dad, did you know that at the first gas stations, people would drive their cars into the store, fill up, and then drive through the back door?”
Steven Miller quickly pushed Donald Jr. out of the way. “Shut up, Junior.” He leaned into Trump and whispered, “All you have to do is cut the red ribbon, and we’re out of here.”