Sunday, August 9, 2009
Hello, Mr. President
Between working and shopping at the grocery store I work at I think I spend enough time there. So it irks me to no end when I dream about being there. But last night I had a dream that the President came in [he bought something like a coke and some peanuts] and we had a short and awkward conversation that went something like this.
Me: How are you today?
The President: Good, thank you, and you?
Me: Good. Good.
The President: Good. It's all good. Well...not THAT good. (he smiles and I think he's talking about recession)
Me: (I shrug and bite back a smart-ass comment about politicians talking in circles while he walks away) Have a nice day.
Then in my dream I started chiding myself and telling myself that of all the people I have meaningless conversations with every day, why was it so weird to have a meaningless conversation with the man that runs the country?
It was actually pretty funny, I woke up laughing. I guess you had to be there.