|The couple entered the resort's swanky dining room. "I'm sorry," apologized the Maitre d, "but there are no tables available."|
"One moment, my friend," said the man, drawing himself up. "I happen to be Gregory R. Carutheres, the sportsman."
"I'd like to accommodate you, Mr. Caruthers, but there just isn't a table available this evening."
"I bet if President Trump came in and asked for a table, there'd be one available."
"Yes-s-s,` the other admitted, "I suppose there would be a table available for President Trump."
"Good! I'll take it. The President isn't coming!"