3. It’s a Hard Knock Life, for Me, Me, ME!!!
Life was rough on the campaign trail. The food was often junky, Meggie and her blog staff (yes, she had a staff) had to ride in a stinky bus, and her dad’s campaign staff thought she “was like a curse, a brat, a diva, a monstrous daughter-of.” What’s worse, Meggie was sometimes forced to endure the unthinkable: accommodations in a hotel without elevators!
The worst hotel that I remember was in Iowa as well — a hotel so bleak, and so do-it-yourself, that my dad had to help us haul our big suitcases up two flights of stairs to our room. Out in the hallway, there was an ancient vending machine with cans of coke that looked twenty years old. Our room was so terrible, there wasn’t even a closet, just a bar on the wall where you could hang your clothes, but the hangers were soldered onto that bar, so nobody could steal them. The lightbulb in the bathroom was just that — a bare lightbulb and a chain. Who says politics is glamorous?
A walk-up hotel room and no bellhop?! Her family had to help her with her luggage? The horror! Next she’ll tell us that her diamond tiara pinches and Sarah Palin’s adorable 7-year-old daughter Piper got way more attention than she did. Oh, wait …
