So, I grab a crustless Turkey sandwich and enjoy my daily banter with the service. “Salt and pepper on that Mr. Vice President?” I shrug off the suggestion with a laugh, “Oh I wish kind sir, but Mother says I need to lower my salt intake... hmmm, you know what, I am feeling a little wild,” I scan the line for any sign of my dearly beloved, “spread some of that yummy frankincense and myrrh on my bread, but don’t tell Mother! ;p” I skip towards an empty table. I remember thinking – this is going to be nice. I could either reread Corinthians for the fourth time this week, or perhaps finally look at that Tax Bill that has everybody in a tizzy. Although a real toss-up, I pull out my Bible and prepare to read it in the most attention-drawing manner possible, hoping to finally show Donald the light.