Bill and Hillary Clinton had just finished a joint appearance in Illinois when their limousine stopped for gas at a suburban Chicago service station. The attendant looked inside, saw Hillary, and said, “Remember me? We dated in high school.”

“Yes, I remember,” Hillary replied pleasantly. “Nice to see you again, Don.”

The limo drove off. Bill smiled at his wife and said, “I’ll bet you’re glad you married me and not him.” 

“Why do you say that?”

“Why?” the president asked incredulously. “Because he’s a gas jockey and I’m the president of the United States.”

“Sure,” Hillary shot back. “But if I’d married him, then he’d be president.”