: Afterwards, I skip the rubber chicken and find the nearest burrito, where I find 10 Secret Service agents grabbing a bite, all in their dark suits with red-star lapel pins and damned ethernet plugs sticking out of their sleeves. I’m iin line ahead of a few of them in my own dark suit (no lapel pin, no ethernet, no gun, but with beard). The lady behind the register asks, “Police?” I laugh. No, I say, I’m not as tough as them and, looking at one, I say, the beard’s a giveaway, eh? He won’t answer. State secret.
by Jeff Jarvis