Breakfast with Bill.
 
 
 
  So there he is, with Al and the rest of the morning meeting staff,
  sitting at the best table in the restaurant. Breakfast to be eaten out,
  today, he had decreed, and so it was.
 
  The waitress wandered over and gasped with surprise when she saw the
  breakfasting group. Somehow, she managed to get around the specials and
  the drinks, then began to write the orders.
 
  Round the table she went, Bill having declined to choose until he had
  more thoroughly reviewed the menu. When she got back around to him, she
  stood with poised pen, thinking to herself that this fine, dapper man
  could not possibly have been guilty of the terrible moral sins of which
  he has been accused.
 
  "OK, honey, I'll have a quickie please."
 
  She almost dropped the pen and the pad in disbelief. Unable to control
  her anger, she let him have it, calling him every nasty name she could
  think of in the process. President or not, he was, after all,
  despicable!
 
  Then Al leaned over towards Bill and whispered quietly (Bill, it's
  actually pronounced K-E-E-S-H."