As a former wannabe airplane pilot, I ran across the expression “The hundred-dollar hamburger.” It refers to the desire on the part of a private pilot to find an excuse to get in the airplane and fly somewhere for no real reason. So she would say something like, “The weather’s great. Let’s fly to the Harris Ranch restaurant and get something to eat.” Thus, counting for fuel and maintenance and insurance: The Hundred-Dollar Hamburger.
Pictured here is the Hundred-Thousand-Dollar-Plus Hamburger. There is no way the president and vice-president can travel even five feet from the White House without involving a whole fleet of limos, SUVs filled with Secret Service agents, police, helicopters and fighter jets loaded with missiles, and other secret stuff we can’t even imagine making it safe for them. Plus the advanced guard of tasters to make sure the meat isn’t poisoned and the sharpshooters on roofs all around the burger joint ready to terminate anyone who even sneezes without permission.
In the Associated Press story, the two paid with cash they withdrew from their own pockets. It probably struck them as strange that they could exchange colorful pieces of paper for food.
And the whole story is presented as “aren’t our leaders just regular folks”? Yeah, right.
AP Photo/Charles Dharapak
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