The red phone rings at the White House at 3:00 AM. Cindy McCain answers.
"Hellooo, who the heck is calling at this hour?" Mrs. McCain sits up on the bed in the Master Bedroom. The President sleeps peacefully, curled up next to her.
"Mrs. McCain, I must speak with your husband. The Venezuelans have in invaded Colombia…" the man sounds urgent.
"Is this another sales call?" she interrupts, irate. "Because if it is, I warn you young man. This phone is listed in the National Do Not Call Registry. And now I have your caller ID, Mr. Todd Palin whomever you are. I will report you, I'm not kidding."
"Mrs. McCain, it's me Todd, I'm filling in for Sarah. She's away on a hunting trip with Dick Chaney. I need to let President McCain know about the invasion."
"Invasion? I hate these old houses. It's the ants this time right? I can't wait to move out of this old house."
"Ma'm, this is an emergency," he raises his voice, losing his temper "would you put the President on the phone, please?"
"Young man, you have no right to speak to me in that tone of voice." She slams the phone into the cradle.
"Who was that, my dear?" President McCain removes the sleeping eye mask and rubs his eyes with his fists.
"Todd Palin and something about a Venezuelan ant invasion. He has no sense of timing, we need to get another handyman. Go back to sleep babe."