Writer - D. David Hayes
It had weighed on Mister Smeegler’s mind for some time. The idea that he could be president. It was just the sort of job to keep him out of trouble but also allow him to utilize some of his strengths: indecision, compromise, lust for power, and other such things. So, naturally, Smeegler was incredibly honored by the suggestion that he should run for president and accepted the nomination graciously and without hesitation. It made no difference to him that he would never appear on a ballot, or engage in a televised political debate, or even have his campaign covered by the press. What mattered to Smeegler was that this was something he would be able to tell his grandchildren about when he was 75. He would be able to talk about the election in such-and-such year as an insider, an intimate, one with knowledge of the inner workings of the electoral process.
But it all came crashing down when the mistress came forward with her claims of an affair. Though Smeegler did not know, in the biblical sense, the woman making the claims, he decided it was best for him to set aside his ambitions and withdraw from the race for president of his local bowling club. Many felt sorry for Smeegler, and, yes, I did too.