Somehow...I caught the arm of my purse on the door handle and half the contents flew across the backseat and into Obama’s lap. Pens, lipstick, and possibly a tampon. He may have jumped, slightly, before giving me a subtly ironic look as he helped pick up my belongings now strewn across the floor of the car. This pales in comparison to the time just a few months later when I made the poor choice of jumping over a literal hurdle at a campaign event, splitting my pants down the middle. I landed in a media report after Obama made an offhand comment that my pants looked “pretty X-rated.” ~ Jen Psaki, Say More