That time a President saw my bits
Or might have been able to, conceivably
So one day after some meetings in Mexico City, I decided to walk back to the hotel. It was a beautiful afternoon, so I decided to forego the taxi and set out on foot.
After a few blocks, I came upon a military checkpoint. A little odd, but they took a look at my suit and tie, poked around in my bag, and waived me on.
But then a couple of blocks later, another checkpoint. They, too, let me pass - only to come across a line of troop transports rumbling into the neighborhood, brimming with soldiers and their weapons.
So when I came across yet another checkpoint, I had to ask what was going on.
Come to find out, I had just passed through three rings of increasingly tight security, because the US President was in town - and staying at the (aptly enough) El Presidente hotel, next door to mine.
In contrast to the stately El Presidente, my hotel was one of that brood of ultra-hip hotels that started to spring up in the 1990s, each trying to outdo the next with increasingly esoteric lobby music, oversized Philippe Starck knockoffs, and a front desk staff that could - just barely - find it within themselves to look up when you arrived.
And this modern touch, this esoteric sensibility, extended into the hotel rooms themselves - as the architects flipped the rooms around and put the bathroom at the far end ... with the shower up against a floor-to-ceiling window:
At first it seemed a bit odd to shower in plain view of the populace, but since the room was far from the ground and overlooked an open space, I quickly learned to ignore the window and get on with my showers:
Fast-forward a couple of days, and I'm up early for my next round of meetings. By this time I've completely forgotten about the window and the view.
In my pre-coffee early-morning fog, I amble over to the shower, turn it on, and start soaping up - when all of a sudden I heard this deep, resounding "thup, thup, thup, thup" sound behind me. Curious to see what it was, I whirl around - only to see three US attack helicopters, Presidential seal on their sides, at perfect eye level and about 100 yards out, pointing directly at my window.
Thup, thup, thup, thup.
And there I stood, buck naked and wet, face-to-face with the President and his men.
Sensing nobody would believe me, I ran into the bedroom and grabbed my phone, capturing the last of the helicopters as they peeled away towards Air Force One, ready to take the President back to the US:
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