Ok, so apparently being a diplomat for the Republic of Uganda is a pretty cool gig.
In addition to all the travel (that I’m always up for), you get to call in the cavalry if need be.
Obviously, I would need a red phone on a desk in the library, just for effect.
Of course, Goff only had to be a wildly successful attorney – and then be in the right place at the right time – to get the gig.
Seriously though: Shoot me an email if your country needs a diplomat.
Come on Saudi Arabia – call me.
Because I’m a diplomat for the Republic of Uganda, the last thing we did when we moved in across the street was to raise the Ugandan flag over our new home. Not many people know this, but where the consul lives and the flag of Uganda flies, it’s actually Ugandan soil. It’s hard to believe, but our house is the diplomatic mission of a foreign country to the United States. I suppose if you mess up big enough in your life, you could come over and seek asylum at my house. When things happen at our home now, we don’t call the police. We call the Feds, and agents come within minutes. I’ve only called once, but it’s pretty cool.
-Bob Goff, Everybody Always
