Hillary on the Hill

So, being a must-get-there-first kind of person, I took up sentry position outside my office door, and I waited.

It was my curiosity that drove me out of my office that dreary day in 1993.

I worked as a congressional page for then-Speaker of the House Tom Foley (D-WA). Based on Capitol Hill, I manned the phones in his Steering and Policy office.

On this day, I'd heard that First Lady Hillary Clinton would be appearing in Statuary Hall—a round room, filled with statues, into which my office door opened. So, being a must-get-there-first kind of person, I took up sentry position outside my office door, and I waited.

Wasn't I surprised when this powerful woman entered. She was _so short!_ My 5'10" frame towered over her 5'0"-ish body.

No newcomer to politics, Clinton posed for the cameras that followed her in, then stood to speak.

To this day, I have no idea what she spoke about. The one thing that lives with me is that this little person has a "short person" mentality—that is, be big in words to overcompensate. But in reality, she's not worth an inch more.

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