Josh and Toby each go to opposite ends of the bar to brood. There's a guy sitting between them, older, middle-aged, middle-class, chunky, hardworking dad-type. We'll call him Plot Device. He asks Toby if his flight's delayed. Toby says yeah. Plot Device says his is too; he's going to St. Louis. Toby says he's going to Washington. Plot Device is chatty. He says he's here with his daughter, who's upstairs, and they were checking out Notre Dame. He asks if Toby has kids. Toby: "None that I know of." Okay, he just says no. Plot Device waxes on: "Wait 'til you take your oldest to look at colleges. It's an incredible feeling." You know, even if Toby conceived a child tonight -- and that's looking unlikely -- it's going to be a good long time before he's looking at colleges. The guy says you wish they could go to college across the street from your house, but of course, that's not realistic. Toby orders a Jack Daniels on the rocks, and says, "My boss went to Notre Dame." Plot Device says it's a beautiful campus. He chuckles about his daughter not getting to sleep tonight. Then he asks if Toby saw what happened in the market today. Yeah, he saw. Toby asks Plot Device if he's invested. Plot Device says he is, in a mutual fund that's intended to pay his daughter's tuition: "I never imagined that on $55,000 a year, I'd have trouble making ends meet. And my wife brings in another twenty-five. My son's in public school. It's no good. I mean, there's thirty-seven kids in the class. No art, and music...no advanced placement classes. Other kids, their mother has to make them practice the piano. You can't pull my son away from the piano." He smiles. "He needs teachers. I spend half the day thinking about what happens if I slip and fall down on my own front porch, you know? It should be hard. I like that it's hard. Putting your daughter through college, that's...that's a man's job. A man's accomplishment. But it should be a little easier. Just a little easier. 'Cause in that difference is...everything." Toby looks like he doesn't know what to say. Plot Device apologizes and introduces himself, "I'm Matt Kelley." He offers Toby his hand. Toby shakes his hand, glancing at Josh. Josh, listening at the other end, makes a gesture indicating Toby doesn't have to honour their bet. Toby says, "I'm Toby Ziegler." Long pause. "I work at the White House." Matt's clearly surprised and pleased to hear it. Toby asks if he has a minute to talk. Toby gestures toward Josh and says they'd like to buy him a beer. Matt's willing.