Ex-Defense Department honcho sighting alert!
I just saw William Cohen—the Secretary of Defense during Clinton’s second term—at the Starbucks down the street from our office here in Bethesda. Went there with some work friends for an afternoon cuppa joe. We all recognized him but couldn’t immediately put a name to his face. (Props to Preeti S., who unearthed Cohen’s identity using her mad Google skillz when we got back to the office.)
He was gracious—he was standing at the counter but didn’t know what he wanted to order when we walked in, and so he told us to go first. We ordered. Complex drinks. He waited. Then he got frustrated and went outside and hopped in the back seat of a late-model sedan with tinted windows that was waiting for him. By the time we left he was still in the car. Taking a call, maybe?
I was arguing, to my friends, as we tried to figure out who he was, that he had to be a State Department bigwig—mainly because he had some really nice expensive black leather stylish dress casual shoes on.
Now lemme ask you this: suppose Don Rumsfeld’s four years out of office (that’s assuming he’s not locked up for war crimes, natch) and runs into a rag-tag group of kids at the local Starbucks. Would he kindly step aside and let them order if he hadn’t made his mind up yet? Or would he tell them to back the hell off damnit and then sting ‘em with a twin cobra fist? You be the judge.
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