Ivanka

Donald Trump’s daughter, Ivanka, was on my flight from Miami to New York City tonight. I knew this because I overheard a gaggle of TSA employees at Miami International Airport whispering that she’d just gone through security and was more polite than they’d expected.

“She has really nice shoes,” said one.

“She was wearing too much makeup,” said another.

I never did see Ivanka or notice her on the flight, although the next day a coworker on the same flight said, “Did you know who was on our flight last night?”

And I said, “Ivanka Trump?”

And he said, “Yeah! She was sitting in first class and got into a white stretch limo at JFK.”