The Dinner Roll
Once upon a time I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President. I am a respected
businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics. There was
some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I live in a
free country. There's nothing that the government can do to me if I haven't broken any laws. My wealth
was earned honestly and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.
I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a yellow dining room.
We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the China .
Uniformed staff served our dinner.
The meal was served and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my
plate and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen.
"Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."
Being upset, I began: "I don't appreciate........." but as I looked into the calm brown eyes across from me,
I felt immediately guilty and petty. After all, it was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded and reached
for my glass.
However, before I could take a hold of the glass another waiter took the glass away and swallowed the
wine in a single gulp.
"And his brother, Eric, is very thirsty." said the President.
I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I thought.. I withheld my comments and
decided to play along. I don't want to seem unkind.
My plate was whisked away before I had time to lift my fork, and the President said, "Eric's children
are also quite hungry."
With a lurch, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me. I stood angrily,
brushing myself off and watched as my chair was carried from the room.
"And their grandmother can't stand for long", said the President.
I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the
White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat to find it too had been taken.
I turned back to the President as he said, "Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."
I wanted to shout, "That was my coat!" But again, I looked at the placid smiling face of my host and
decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled.
Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I excused myself and walked to a phone on
an elegant side table. It wasn't long before I learned my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank
accounts emptied, my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished and my wife had been thrown out
of our home. Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in.
The President hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle
and turned to face him.
"Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They haven't planned for retirement, and they
need a house.. They recently defaulted on a sub prime mortgage. I told them they could have your home.
They need it more than you do."
My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor.
The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak, and drank his wine. I lowered my eyes and stared at
the small grey circles on the tablecloth that were water drops.
"By the way," he added, "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories. I'm firing
you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There's a
whole bunch of Eric's and Andrews out there, and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars."
I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his creme Brule.
He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared the President leaned back in his chair and
stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if it were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss.
I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived, the life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk
Why was I punished? How had I allowed it to be taken? What game had I played and lost? I looked
across the table and noticed with some surprise that there was no game board between us.
What had I done wrong?
As if answering the unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his head, locked his empty
eyes to mine and bared his million dollar smile chuckling wryly as he folded his hand and saying,
"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said.
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