"How are you? Good to see you," Romney said, shaking my hand and grinning widely. "Wait a minute. The media's not allowed in there, are they?"
I thought he was joking. He kept smiling and shaking. "No no. That's a closed event. Linda. That's a closed event. Don? Don?"
Don "the muscle" Stirling grabbed my arm and escorted me out. Lisa was a few minutes behind. She said the man who would be president practically yelled at her.
The only explanation for Romney's behavior (even his press secretary didn't see a problem with us listening in) is that we didn't pay for the handshake.
Of course, FlipFlopMitt is from Utah this week. Michigan was last week. I forgot.