Did I mention that I’m going back to DC tomorrow for another meeting at the White House? This time we’re meeting with Mrs Obama and Dr Biden’s Joining Forces for a conversation about autism and the military. So grateful to the First and Second Ladies for creating this wonderful organization to support our military families and for focusing their time and energy on the unique challenges of autism. #TheyAreListening #Hooah
~ Diary’s Facebook status, Sunday night
No one seems to know why they have these really small doors all over the EEOB (the Eisenhower Executive Office Building where most of the White House offices are located). Left to my own devices yesterday, I decided that it must be where they keep the Oompah Loompas who actually run the place.
~ Diary’s Facebook status, Tuesday night, along with the picture below
When I got back from the White House on Monday night, I went on a mission to try to figure out why these tiny doors (only five feet tall) exist. I googled until my eyes crossed, but came up frustratingly dry. I called the White House Visitor’s Center. They didn’t know. I tried the White House Preservation Society. They didn’t know. Hell, I even called the White House. And they didn’t know. And they’re like, ya know, there. No one seemed to know.
But I wasn’t giving up. And as per my recent pledge to seek help from the community, I decided to reach out and ask for it.
I made the mistake of asking my friend Rachel. (For the record, she’s the one who took the picture above.) I told her that her mission, should she choose to accept it, was to find out why on God’s green earth there are five foot tall doors in the EEOB.
Rachel is a military spouse. And an autism mom. Not exactly the type to shrink from a challenge.
She was on the case.
Within minutes, she texted me. The conversation went something like this:
(Ed note: A screen shot would have been more fun, but it also would have included the actual language that we used, which was not exactly family friendly. Below is an abbreviated and sanitized (OK, VERY sanitized) version of our exchange.)
Her: Chimney access. http://georgewbush-whitehouse.archives.gov/history/eeobtour/ What do I win?
Me: Dude, are you making this up? I looked at this website yesterday and found nothing. Chimney access?
Her: Yes. Chimney access. Not Oompah Loompas. Sorry.
Me: I need proof. I’m not buying your story. Where on this website did you find anything about chimney access?
Her: I didn’t. I used my brain.
Me: You’re fired.
Within minutes, an e-mail popped up in my inbox. It read,
Because even when you ignore my brilliance, I still love you. Cheers. ;0)
And as if to make the point that military autism moms ain’t to be trifled with, she attached a photo.
Well played, my friend. Well played.