It was the birthday party for my 5 year-old daughter's best friend. The girl is of Mexican descent so the festivities were being carried out as a joyful traditional celebration. As I was helping my girl with the stick to hit the piñata I noticed people backing away and some of the kids started to cry.

They were afraid of this man with a loud walk and a quirky smile. He was accompanied by two tough-looking fellows in black suits. At the time I didn't think of backing away and my daughter and I were soon left alone facing these 3 characters, and the piñata.

One of the suits pulled out a shotgun and handed it to the main man. That's when I realized what was going on. It was Dick Cheney! It had to be. I pushed my kid away as hard as I could and prepared for the blast.

I was not ready for the intense pain. I knew it would hurt but this was very bad. I then remembered the drill… "I'm very sorry, very sorry for all of this" I kept repeating profusely. Dick laughed, hugged one of the suits, kissed the other one on the forehead, and then they all left.