Bert was at home lounging on the couch watching reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond when he got the call.
He roused himself and picked up the phone.
“Hello?…Yes, speaking…OK. Yes…sure, absolutely…OK. OK…bye.”
And just like that, Bert was Mitt Romney’s running mate.
He had filled out all of the questionnaires and had submitted his financial records a few weeks back after being approached by Romney’s people, so Bert knew getting the call was a possibility. But still, he figured he was a long shot.
But it was official now, and Bert figured it was only a matter of hours–if not minutes–until the story leaked and the media were camped out on his front lawn, so he decided he should probably get up and look for some pants to put on.