Clyde wanted an autograph for cousin Calvin. POTUS: “Sure. Got a pen?” Bigg brandished his cherished Montblanc. POTUS signed, pocketed the pen, turned quickly away. Bigg flung himself at him: “Mr. President, my pen!”
“Oops.” He blanched, stopped, handed it back.
Later Mr. Bigg advised Ray: “That guy! You’ve got to watch him like a hawk.”