(Later in the campaign, when Trump put on a McDonald’s apron, serving fries as a stunt, it was particularly galling. Doug, my sister, Maya, and I had all sweated over those McDonald’s deep fryers in our teens—I vividly remember my annoyance when I learned that my cousin, who was bagging groceries that summer, made more than me. Meanwhile, Trump got handed $413 million from his daddy—and then his companies went bankrupt four times.)
