Some time ago Mr. Clinton was hosting a state dinner, when at the last minute
his regular cook took ill and they had to get a replacement on short notice. The
fellow arrived and turned out to be a very grubby looking man named Jon. The
President voiced his concerns to his chief of staff but was told that this was
the best they could do at such short notice.
Just before the meal, the President noticed the cook sticking his fingers in
the soup to taste it and again he complained to the chief of staff about the
cook, but he was told that this man was supposed to be a very good chef. The
meal went okay but the President was sure that the soup tasted a little off, and
by the time dessert came, he was starting to have stomach cramps and nausea.
It was getting worse and worse, until finally he had to excuse himself from
the state dinner to look for the bathroom. Passing through the kitchen, he
caught sight of the cook, Jon, scratching his rear end and this made him feel
even worse. By now he was desperately ill with violent cramps and was so
disorientated that he couldn't remember which door led to the bathroom.
He was on the verge of passing out from the pain when he finally found a door
that opened and as he undid his trousers and ran in, he realized to his horror
that he had stumbled into Monica Lewinsky's office with his trousers around his
knees.
As he was just about to pass out, she bent over him and heard her president
whisper in a barely audible voice,
"Sack my cook."
And that is how the whole misunderstanding occurred.
