Gary will appreciate this because he knows where I used to be based for many years, Pottstown Muni, N47 in PA. This happened to me before I moved to Colorado, but I kept the hangar at N47 and sub-leased it for about eight years, then returned, and occupied it again. So this had to be around 2002, prior to my move. Anyway, I was cleaning the Tiger one Saturday, and had just finished cleaning the grease off the belly of the plane with Wash Wax All Red formula. (They now have a degreaser, but I digress). The Red stuff worked well, and I had the belly of the plane all cleaned up, but I think most of the grease was transferred from the belly of the plane to ME. My jeans and old ratty sweatshirt were pretty much covered in blackish airplane goo. I guarantee I was considered an environmental hazard at that point, subject to HUUUUUGE fines by the EPA. Not to mention I was sweating, probably smelly and just "plane" gross.
I took a break as I was almost done, and low, and behold a HUUUUUGE, black Sikorsky helicopter was hovering over the field, and then proceeded to land in the grass between the taxiway, and the only runway, the HUUUUGE 2,700 ft. long runway 8/26. The helo landed, and shutdown. Now this was a major event at sleepy little Pottstown Muni, because in large gold letters on the side of the black Sikorsky, it said
TRUMP.
OK? It's true...... Now this really got my attention as I stood in front of my hangar, dripping, and stinking. Greasy rag still in my hand. The Sikorksy's cabin door opened, and the stairs came down. Lo, and behold not one, not two, but three gorgeous blonds come down the steps, one after another. Their **** were HUUUUUUUUGE.
So after the ladies emerge, down walks Donald Trump. After the Donald, the two pilots emerge. At this point the airport rift raft had mossied on over to the helo, and a small group had formed around the Donald, the ladies, and the helo pilots. They could have been space aliens. Of course I had to get up close as well, so I walked over to them rag in hand.
I had not noticed, but a limo had been waiting in the parking lot. The group stood between the Donald entourage, and the limo, delaying him. I walked over, and after the others had said hello, I did as well, and told the Donald we were kind of in the same business. He knew my employer at the time personally, and we chatted very, very briefly, and he was off, and gone in the limo. He was actually very nice, and friendly to everyone. The two pilots stayed behind, and I chatted with them. It turns out they were both Vietnam vets with a bazillion hours of helo combat time.
About 45 minutes, or an hour later (I don't remember exactly as I went back to cleaning the plane) the limo pulls up, and the girls emerge (non of them Donald's wife at the time), then Eric Trump gets out, and grabs his hockey bag out of the car's trunk. It seems he was a student at the prestigious Hill School in Pottstown, and also played goalie on their hockey team. The entourage walks to the helo, unmolested by us airport urchins, they get in, the helo cranks up, and leaves. I assume they went back to NYC, but I really don't know.
So that was my big meeting with our current President. Me covered in grease, sweaty, stinking, holding a greasy airplane rag. I can't think of a better way to meet him.
P.S. Crooked Hillary!!!