I’m on the bus home. The person next to me is reading Rolling Stone magazine. Two others walk onto the bus. They notice her reading and comment on the cover.
“How much was the magazine?” one of them asks.
“Oh, it was $10, but it was worth it,” the reader responds. “It’s filled with so many photos of him.” She turns the magazine around and shares the photos. It shows one with his wife, another with his kids. Then she turns to one of him in his bathing suit.
“Sexy,” the reader says. “He’s our first sexy president. Well, JFK was sexy, too, I guess.” The two of them look intently.
One of the witnesses to His Sexiness responds. “He’s doing a good job. He’s doing what he said he was going to do.”
“That’s right,” the reader says. “He’s pushing forward.” They all nod in agreement.
The bus rolls to a stop at Cedar. They leave.