The Donald at the Desk

Part 2 of an Ongoing Series

The Donald was starting to feel uncomfortable standing by himself in the hotel lobby. Usually strangers in a place like this reacted with amazement when they spotted him. Everywhere he went they asked to take pictures, get his autograph. But now it was different. All the families and vacationers in this lobby were being shifty, trying to catch glimpses of him, averting their gaze when he looked their way. The Donald buttoned up his jacket and tried to look impatient. After a few long moments passed, he marched over to the hotel desk.

“Hello, how are you this morning?” The Donald asked with his friendliest smile, adjusting his cufflinks in an extremely classy way. The woman behind the counter looked nervous. She had probably never met someone as famous as him before. Celebrities at The Donald’s level didn't come to New Hampshire very often.

“Um...hello, Mr. Trump,” she said apprehensively. “Is everything ok?”

“Everything’s fantastic!” he exclaimed, then leaned in to read her name tag. “You really have a lovely hotel here...Maria.”

“Sure, thank you,” she said, still staring at him wide-eyed. She had an expression on her face like a live cougar had just walked up to the desk, but The Donald knew how to win people over. He was determined to get on her good side.

“I’m holding some big events today, huge events,” he said. “Maria...what kind of name is that? Is that a Mexican name? Are you Mexican?”

A moment of stunned silence passed before she answered.

“My family’s from Honduras,” Maria said.

“Mexico’s a beautiful country,” replied The Donald. “The people there love me. Do you know Carlos Slim?”

“I know who he is,” Maria said, narrowing her eyes.

“Of course you do. He's not a bad guy. He dropped my show, but I don’t even care. I still say he’s a good guy. Funny name, though. A guy who looks like that and he’s named Slim? I don’t know. Seems strange.”

He winked. Maria looked around uncomfortably.

The Donald pointed to a bowl of clementines on the desk between them.

“Can I have one of those?” he asked.

“Yeah, they’re for everyone,” Maria said.

“Could you peel it?” he said and cracked a huge smile.

“What?”

The Donald kept his smile frozen in place, like he was posing for a photograph. Maria sighed and picked up a clementine. When she was halfway through peeling it, she looked up to discover that Donald Trump was gone.

He was walking briskly across the lobby to a group of men in suits standing by the entryway. A line of SUVs had pulled up in front of the hotel.

“You’re late boys!” The Donald barked happily.

“Apologies, Mr. Trump,” replied one of the suited men.

“I’ve already started doing Hispanic outreach!” he said. “The people here love me.