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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 suddenly slowed to a stop -just inches before the 25th floor. While I was upset the elevator had malfunctioned, it was a humorous moment that I’ll never forget because it happened to be my 25th birthday. So there I was, all alone in Trump Tower with Donald Trump confined in an elevator, ready to celebrate my birthday. And it was unforgettably —The Best Birthday Ever!

He was a strikingly handsome man, much more charming in person. Mr. Trump was very well groomed and had an undeniable air of confidence. Although we were total strangers, destiny had placed us there. Secretly, I was hoping that he would want to know me on a more personal level. I sighed dreamingly and gazed at him. He smiled back and said, “Don’t worry Miss, I own this building and a maintenance crew has already been summoned.”

I thanked Mr. Trump and told him I had just arrived in New York to celebrate my 25th birthday. He wished me a very ‘Happy Birthday,’ and I blew him a kiss in appreciation. We both laughed, and I swear, the elevator began to move instantly, just like magic! Our eyes met, and Donald winked at me.

And then.... something really terrible happened. All of the sudden, the elevator door wrenched open. In stomped a shrill brash blond women 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 and began cursing at her mishap. Mr. Trump politely said, “Here, let me help you with those.” But, instead of being grateful, she arrogantly refused his kind offer and proceeded to scoop the papers up by herself. As I looked down at the mess on the floor, I suddenly realized that this woman was actually peering up my dress!!

As I shook my head with disgust, the elevator suddenly came to a lurching stop. I adjusted my feet and my right foot slipped. That’s when the pointy toe of my shoe undeniably met with her face. She rose to her feet and instantly began swearing. I blushed with embarrassment, and Mr. Trump just smiled, broadly.

As the elevator door opened, Donald and I nodded our adieus. Once again, he smiled and warmly wished me a “Very Happy Birthday!” And then he walked away.

It was then that I noticed ‘that woman’ had a badly swollen lip and that it was actually bleeding. “What a shame,” I thought as I reached upon my hair and cavalierly adjusted my sunglasses down onto my face. Then, I turned towards ‘that woman’ and quipped, “Hey, you better put some ice on it.”