|Is this all I get for selling my soul?|
I read with great amusement the story told at The Weekly Standard by John McCormack who was minding his own business at the Starbuck’s inside the Westin Hotel only to overhear a conversation with Trump’s campaign manager Paul Manafort about his VP pick.
I remember last March when poor “Kiwi Chris” fell into a kind of “cupcake trance” as he stood behind Trump at a rally in Florida. From that point forward Christie was mercilessly mocked as “Shinebox”.
Chris Christie is awkwardly adapting to a new role: Donald Trump’s Yes Man https://t.co/CckEAwx8t6 pic.twitter.com/EMcytbI23P— The New York Times (@nytimes) March 2, 2016
Chris "Shinebox" Christie looks like he's reading a hostage statement.— jon gabriel (@exjon) March 2, 2016
Christie has made no secret that he was disappointed he wasn't chosen to be Trump's running mate. "[I] don't like coming in second. Ever." But the conversation overheard suggests Christie's feelings were far more intense than mere disappointment.