“OK, Mr. Trump, so this is a really big day for you.”
I got it.
“You’re going to Mexico, and it’s a chance to show people around the world that you’re serious.”
I understand.
“Be presidential.”
I’ll be presidential.
“Mr. Trump, I’m not kidding. No taco bowls. No comments about rapists and criminals. You’re gracious Donald Trump. Man-of-the-people Donald Trump.”
I’m very ready for this.
“Great.”
It’s going to be a wonderful day.
“Oh, one more thing. Whatever you do, don’t Tweet today. Got it?”
Um …
“What?”
Nothing.
“Mr. Trump?”
Nothing.
“Mr Trump!?”
Look at my hair. Isn’t it …
“Donald!?”
