My kind of Marine

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One sunny day in January, 2013 an old man approached the White House from
> across Pennsylvania Avenue , where he'd been sitting on a park bench. He
> spoke to the U.S. Marine standing guard and said, "I would like to go in and
> meet with President Obama."
>
> The Marine looked at the man and said, "Sir, Mr. Obama is no longer
> President and no longer resides here."
>
> The old man said, "Okay", and walked away.
>
> The following day, the same man approached the White House and said to the
> same Marine, "I would like to go in and meet with President Obama."
>
> The Marine again told the man, "Sir, as I said yesterday, Mr. Obama is no
> longer president and no longer resides here."
>
> The man thanked him and, again, just walked away.
>
> The third day, the same man approached the White House and spoke to the very
> same U.S. Marine, saying "I would like to go in and meet with President
> Obama"
>
> The Marine, understandably agitated at this point, looked at the man and
> said, "Sir, this is the third day in a row you have been here asking to
> speak to Mr. Obama. I've told you already that Mr. Obama is no longer the
> President and no longer resides here. Don't you understand?"
>
> The old man looked at the Marine and said, "Oh yes, I understand. I just
> love
> hearing it."
>
> The Marine snapped to attention, saluted, and said, "See you tomorrow, Sir!"