A genuinely funny anecdote, unlike the terrible lies told about the great legal profession and its progeny, like Atticus Finch. Anyway, here goes.
A young traveler, very down on his luck, rolls into Washington, D.C., without a dime in his pocket. His pickup is darn near out of gas, he has nowhere to stay, but he is reliable, hard working and honest. He figures if he goes to Nancy, Chuck and the Squat, his luck will change. As he is crossing the street, he catches the front of his boot on the curb and tears the seam all the way down to the heel. His boot now has the sole flapping around uncontrollably.
Not to be deterred, the guy continues crossing the street, shuffling his right foot to keep the sole on the bottom of the boot. As he is laboriously trudging across the intersection, he spies a stretch limo that pulls up along the curb, seeming to wait for him. When he gets to the other side of the street, still shuffling along to keep the sole under his boot, a door to the limo opens and out steps none other than Nancy Pelosi. Pelosi tells the young man, "I was once nearly as poor as you, but had the great fortune of meeting President Kennedy, licking a few (D)imocrat popsicles, and made my way up the ladder to my current position. I told President Kennedy that I would work as hard as possible to achieve the American dream and help my fellow Americans along the way. Sometimes I forget what it was like back in those days, but seeing you struggling with your boot reminded me of how far I have come."
Pelosi then takes a thick roll of $100 bills out of the limo, wrapped in one of those big red rubber bands. She peels the rubber band off the roll of $100 bills, hands the rubber band to the young man, and says, "Here. This should keep the sole in place on that boot."
