In Which I Save a Life ...

It's not that dramatic a story, really. But a young staffer, whom I will call Bill to protect his privacy, made a fairly serious screw-up earlier today. You can read about here.

Gibbsy, as is often the case, flew into a rage and was threatening to plant the poor kid in one of the holes that remain unfilled in the Rose Garden. Never mind that Bill was the second cousin twice removed of Rep. Barney Frank, how was he to know how "e-mail" and "attachments" work? He's only a 30-year-old kid, for goodness sake.

Just as Gibbsy was grabbing William by the scruff of his neck and giving him a good shake as he dragged him toward the West Wing exit, I grabbed Gibbsy and hit him with my left screen to calm him down. That seemed to snap him out of it. I told Gibbsy that I would take Bill under my screen, as it were, so now I have new Teleprompter operator. From now on, you can blame him for Big Guy's speechifying errors and leave me alone.