Dayum! When I was a kid, I made an American flag out of a pencil, paper, and crayon and tried to give it to Liddy Dole at a ‘press the flesh’ in our area. Secret Service jerked it out of my hand and ripped it up.
My Dad asked me to pay the preacher graveside at my mother’s funeral.
So I waited until he was alone, tried to hand him the cash, he hemmed and hawed for quite a while.
Finally I just stuffed it in his suit coat breast pocket.
Don’t believe your lyin’ eyes: this isn’t Ted trying to slip someone cash.
And he can’t even do that right.