I remember visiting Trump Tower when I was a kid, must've

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I remember visiting Trump Tower when I was a kid, must've been about 7 or maybe 8. My dad was an associate to a private firm which had office space at the office complex on the 14th floor of the Tower. It was "take your son to work day", and I remember how excited I was to see my dad in action! We arrived at the foot of Trump Tower on 8:30am sharp, jumped out the taxi and made our way through the glistening foyer and into the luxurious golden plated elevator. My dad let me hit the 14th floor button, even though he had to lift me up! But then, just as the doors were closing, we heard a voice cry out. "Hold it!" My dad reacted instantly, grabbing the doors and prying them open, only to reveal the man himself. Donald Trump. He smirked at my dad, "Thanks Tim." He said. My dad's name is John. He stepped into the elevator, barging my dad and nudging me as well. He then turned, positioning his ass on my face. "Hey Tim, top floor pal." My dad hit the top floor button, but Trump said "No, no. Not like that!" He mashed his hands into the buttons until all the floors were lit up. Still with ass to face, he began telling my dad that he had diarrhoea that morning. "A big fat mess." He sighed. We finally arrived at the 14th floor, but just as we stepped off, Trump tossed me a coin. "What's this for?" I asked. And just as the elevator doors started closing, he mouthed to me one last thing. "China"