THE BIDENS!!! The Bidens are here!!!

One sunny day during the Athens Special Olympics in 2011, Pantelis Melissinos entered his shop at 7 a.m., blissfully unaware that his quiet morning was about to spiral into a “Gladiator Sandal” extravaganza.

As he prepared for the day, the phone rang like a fire alarm.

“Who calls this early?” he muttered, answering the phone, annoyed.

“What time do you open?” a sharp, coarse, no-nonsense voice barked.

Pantelis, never one to back down, snapped back: “AT NINE!”

Then the line went dead.

At exactly 9 a.m., Pantelis unlocked the door and stepped into a scene straight out of a spy thriller. Men in dark suits were scattered around the entire block, sweating in the summer heat but somehow managing to look deadly serious. Their reflective sunglasses brought to mind Hollywood movies about spies and FBI agents.

“Either I’m about to sell sandals to the Blues Brothers, starring John Belushi and Dan Aykroyd, or to the Men in Black,” he muttered.

Before he could investigate further, a swarm of young American girls burst into the shop, chattering and trying on sandals like they were preparing for the catwalk.

Moments later, a sweet young woman strolled in and asked for gladiator sandals.

Then it happened!!!

A middle-aged lady walked through the door, calm and smiling— and all hell broke loose.

The girls screamed, jumped, and clung to her like she was the goddess Athena herself.

“Who’s that, do you know her?” Pantelis asked the young woman, adjusting her straps.

“She’s famous,” the young woman replied.

“Like Hollywood famous, or what?” Pantelis asked.

“Famous ‘cause she’s my mom,” she replied with a grin.

Pantelis rolled his eyes. “So what?” he snapped.

“Well, she’s Jill Biden. You know, the Second Lady of the United States.”

Pantelis froze.

“Wait…the Vice President’s wife is buying my sandals?!”

The young woman laughed. “Yep!”

Never one to miss an opportunity, Pantelis grinned.

“Let’s take a photo. By the way, what’s your name?”

“Ashley,” she replied.

“Nice meeting you, Ashley. After you two buy my sandals, your dad—I promise you—will become President!”

They all burst into laughter, and Pantelis, escorting Jill and Ashley Biden, stepped outside for the photo.

That’s when Pantelis, to his astonishment, realized the entire block had been sealed off. Greek police and U.S. Secret Service agents were everywhere, scanning for threats.

“Oh, that’s what the morning phone call was about,” he realized.

As the Bidens were leaving, an American woman trying to enter the shop screamed, “THE BIDENS!!! THE BIDENS ARE HERE!!!” like she’d just opened her front door to a unicorn!

Needless to say, the Gladiator sandals sold out that day—not just to Jill and Ashley but to their entourage and, for all Pantelis knew, half the Secret Service.