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I once occupied the elevator in Trump Tower next to ***Donald J. Trump. ***

We were alone, two complete strangers when the elevator malfunctioned on the 25th floor. I will always remember what a great coincidence this was since it happened to be my 25th birthday. There we were in NYC in Trump Tower.

He was a strikingly handsome man. He was very well groomed and had an undeniable air of confidence. I was hoping that he would want to know me on a more personal level. I sighed dreamingly. He smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I own this building and an a maintenance crew has already been summoned.” I thanked Donald and blew a kiss to him in appreciation. We both laughed and the elevator began to move instantly, just like magic.

Then, the worst possible thing happened. All of the sudden, the elevator door opened. In walked a shrill brash blond with an obnoxious twang that I’ll never forget. She was dressed in an frumpy plaid skirt wearing a matching headband. As we rode down to the lobby she dropped an armful of papers. Mr. Trump politely said, “Here, let me help you with those.” However, Instead of being grateful, the arrogant shrill refused his help and proceeded to scoop the papers up by herself. All the while, I noticed she was peering up my dress!! As the elevator came to a bumpy stop, I adjusted my feet and my foot slipped. The pointy toe of my shoe coincidently met with her upper lip.

When I noticed that she had a swollen lip and it was actually bleeding, I told her, “Hey, you better put some ice on it.”