President Bush is representing the United States of America on a highly formal, impeccably planned state visit to England. At Heathrow, a 300 foot long red carpet is stretched out to Air Force One, and Pres. Bush strides to a warm, but dignified, handshake from Queen Elizabeth II.
They ride in a silver 1934 Bentley limousine to the edge of central London, where they board an open 17th century coach, hitched to six magnificent white matching horses.
As they ride toward Buckingham Palace, each looking sideways and waving to the thousands of cheering Britons lining the streets, all is going well.
Suddenly the right rear horse lets fly with the most horrendous, earth rending, eye smarting, nose stinging blast of gastronomic air ever heard in the British Empire, including Bermuda and the Falkland Islands. It even shakes the coach.
Uncomfortable, but under control, the two dignitaries of state do their best to ignore the whole incident, but then the Queen decides that’s ridiculous.
She turns to Mr. Bush and explains, “Mr. President, please accept my regrets… I’m sure you can understand that there are some things even a Queen cannot control.”
George W. Bush, ever the gentleman, replies, "Your Majesty, please don’t give the matter another thought… you know, if you hadn’t said something, I would have thought it was one of the horses.
Don’t take life too seriously,you won’t get out alive.