As I approached the E Street building on the GWU campus for class this evening, my senses were assaulted by a series of loud police sirens. One cruiser and two motorcycles scream past me and it wasn’t until the second cruiser and suburban did I notice “Secret Service” emblazoned on the door panels. That caught my immediate attention. Just a few seconds later, with more motorcycles and suburbans, the presidential limo and a series of chase cars pass right in front of me; 15-feet to be exact. Like a nerd, I waved. And “he” waved back. That’s the closest to a personal connection I’ll ever make to our President.
I went inside, beaming from my recent brush with greatness, and was approached by a young lady inquiring if I was here for “the reception.” I think the puzzled look on my face gave away my answer. I asked “reception for what?” She said “for Carlos Slim.” I said “is he really here.” To which she replied, “yes, if you like you can meet him.” Like a dolt I said “no” and that I had to “get to class.”
I went to the 6th floor to regale everyone about the past 10 minutes of my life. But, like a nerd, I was the second one there. So I waited. And forgot.
After class we all piled into the elevator like it was a Tokyo subway car. As we spilled into the lobby a collective groan came over us as we realized it was raining cats-and-dogs. Since I just too sweet to consider getting wet, I waited in the lobby for the rain to let up. As I was standing there, a somewhat portly (or rather, “rubinesque”), slightly balding older gentleman walked up on my left and stood looking at the rain as well. I looked over and notice that he had quite the entourage and that I was standing 15 feet from Carlos Slim himself. This is the closest I’ve ever been to any form of “celebrity” (or person with his net-worth). I didn’t know what to do. That’s okay because he was whisked outside, under cover of a GWU umbrella, before I had time to come up with something stupid to say and ruin the whole encounter.
Apparently Sr. Slim was there to receive some honorarium for something. I didn’t really pay attention. It must have been something important enough to use his armada of private transport to depart. That, or he was already in town and this was just a single port-of-call on his whistle stop tour of D.C.
One thing did strike me as strange. As he stood there, he had only one measly security person. There could have been others, but the only people around him were a gaggle of Carlos Slim groupies (all seemed to be rather hefty, middle-aged women), a couple of suits, and one rent-a-cop. I suppose since he’s not a Mexican state official he doesn’t get the Secret Service escort, but I would imagine a man of his stature (at least in his own country) would have more security. But, I could be wrong.
Picture:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Carlos_Slim_Hel%C3%BA.jpg
More on Carlos Slim:
http://money.cnn.com/2007/08/03/news/international/carlosslim.fortune/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carlos_Slim_Hel%C3%BA
Dealings with the NYT:
http://www.businessweek.com/bwdaily/dnflash/content/jan2009/db20090118_331081.htm?chan=top+news_top+news+index+-+temp_news+%2B+analysis