"Oops" I said finally, "look at the time... the hour has almost lapsed. What suggestions do you have for fixing the economy? Mitt cleared his throat. "Sorry, Mitt," I interrupted . "Time's up. It's been good meeting you and listening to your valuable suggestions." As we left the private dining room, I said: " While you're here would you like to sit at Resolute Desk for a moment for a taste of what it would have felt like if you'd won?" He flushed. Yikes. I didn't realize that Mormons have a salty repertoire of curses.