Diplomat Depression: Stops @ Red Lights

Stops @ Red Lights

How insignificant does this diplomat feel right about now?

He may have a Secret Service detail in imposing black SUV’s giving him status, but yet his convoy stops at all the red lights on Pennsylvania Avenue.

What’s next? Will he be denied a night at the Blair House, or worse, Premium Passenger status at Dulles Airport? Or next time told to just take a taxi?

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Married, mortgaged, and soon to be a father, Wayan Vota is in the fast lane to mid-life respectability – until the day his brood finds his intimate journal of global traveling and curses him with the ever-eternal reply “I’m gonna be just like you, Dad!”

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