President of What?

Last December, Bill and I traveled to Taiwan with our families for a second reception. Bill's family stayed at the Shangri-La Hotel in Taipei. After running some errands one morning I went to meet Bill and his family back at the hotel. While my dad and I drove our VW Westfalia van towards the hotel, we noticed that there was a squad car on every corner 3 blocks out.

I jump out of the van and go to the lobby to wait for Bill to come back from a quick coffee run. There's a lot of people in the lobby and everyone is waiting. I was pacing back and forth when a man asked me very nicely to sit down. I took a seat near the elevators and surveyed the scene. I realized that each person was standing/ sitting in a very specific way and that everyone had an earpiece. No one moved. I was the only one walking around, eating the candy in the lobby, tapping on the coffee table and etc.

Tina: What's going on?
Agent: We are waiting.
Tina: For what?
Agent: The President
Tina: (Long Pause) The President of what?
Agent: Of Taiwan (Dumbass)

All of a sudden a flurry of black tinted Mercedes arrive at the hotel entrance. Everyone stands up straight and the hotel staff fall into an organized line to greet the President. A car door opens and the President strolls through the front entrance. He bows slightly to the greeters then walks swiftly by, towards the elevators. My hand comes up and starts waving. I think I'm the only one waving... waving and grinning. The President looks at me, nods, then continues to walk into an awaiting elevator. In a matter of seconds the secret service seem to disappear.

Bill, Ryan, and Mr. Hebner push their way through the revolving doors with some fresh coffee in hand. In a loud whisper I say:

Tina: "I just saw the President!"
Bill: "The President of what?"