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[Jan. 12th, 2008|02:56 pm] |
BARACK OBAMA IN THE STORE RIGHT NOW OMG!!!@11!ONE!!@!!1!!
As soon as he entered and spoke to his daughters, I totally forgot how to ring up a sale, and screwed up about sixty times, eventually needing to void it out. BECAUSE OBAMA SQUEE@@
And I got to fulfill my four-year-long dream of telling him he's too good of a writer to be President. And he CHUCKLED, and said it was very nice.
And I told him my grandmother's been plugging him, too.
my shift ends in about three minutes, so I shan't be ringing him up. but! eep! yay!
EDIT: So, yes, this is pretty much the exact way the conversation went:
[BARACK OBAMA is browsing, along with varied other CUSTOMERS. I am frantically trying to both fix my earlier mistakes and text people, while trying not to look like I'm staring at him.]
FEMALE CUSTOMER: "Mr. Obama?" BARACK OBAMA: "Yes?" FEMALE CUSTOMER: "Oh, it's really you..." ME: "Oh, since your cover's been blown, I just wanted to say...I love Dreams from my Fathers, it's one of the best books that I've ever read." BARACK OBAMA: "Oh, thank you! That's so nice of you!" ME: "I've been telling people you're too good of a writer to become President. Write books instead!" BARACK OBAMA: "::chuckle:: So I'll always have a day job, huh?" ME: "Yes! Not that I don't think you wouldn't make a good president, but, but, I -- I mean, my grandmother read your bok and she's been shilling for you since 2004!" BARACK OBAMA: "Great! I've got the grandmother's vote. Thank you!"
And yes, I know it's an automatic response, but he said it so genuinely! I felt like he cared!
He left some books up on the counter, and started browsing in other rooms and talking to friends and other customers. I heard him say that this is the only day off he'll have all month. He was out of my line of sight by now.
About then, my co-worker Ben came in, who was relieving me for the next shift.
BEN: "Did you hear? Barack Obama's in the Med!" ME: "Dude, Barack Obama's here!" BEN: "He is?" ME: "Well, there's his book stack. You get to ring him up. I'll stay late, if you want!" BEN: "...no, I get to ring."
At one point, an older man ran in --
MAN: "Is he still here? Did he leave?" ME: "Well, he might have gone to the Med -- " MAN: "Where's the Med?" ME: "About three stores down, but he left books here, so he must be in here somewhere -- oh! He's right there. ::points:: Behind you."
The man ran up to him, and said, "Senator, I'm double-parked, I just had to shake your hand."
Then I clocked out, and stealthily stalked through the store until I saw him in the children's room with his daughters.
ME: "I'm so sorry to interrupt, because I know this is rude, but I'm off the clock now, so I just had to say -- your speeches are amazing, they're full of such beautiful rhetoric, I just hope that you can follow through in doing things too -- " BARACK OBAMA: "Yes, action is very important." ME: "I know, I just -- I'm working for Grassroots Campaigns this summer, and I'm trying to get out the vote to people who wouldn't otherwise, based on issues -- " BARACK OBAMA: "Yes, we need people voting! Good for you." ME: "...::eyes go starry::" BARACK OBAMA: "::extends his hand::" ME: "::...shake...::" (Note: he has a very good handshake.) BARACK OBAMA: "Thank you." ME: "Thank you!"
If my dialogue for Barack Obama seems less than inspired, it's because I don't remember exactly what he said, just the gist, because so much of my brain was just going "I'M TALKING TO BARACK OBAMA."
So I left, so full of awe and wonder, that I barely noticed the female bum outside asking me persistently for money.
FEMALE BUM: "Do you got any money? Any dollar bills? You're telling me you don't got a dollar? What?"
My friend Emily had called as soon as I got out of work, asking for food, so I filled her in on the BARACK OBAMA sighting in 57th Street Books. I headed to the library, and I'd just gotten to the microfilm section when she called again...
EMILY: "YOU DIDN'T TELL ME HE WAS STILL THERE! I NEARLY SHIT MY PANTS! WHEN HE CAME OUT OF THE BUILDING I NEARLY WALKED INTO A WALL! I THINK I TEACH SWIMMING TO ONE OF HIS KIDS! OMG HE'S SO TALL!" ME: "I know!11!!one!!@#!" EMILY: "I mean, even the bum on the sidewalk was going, 'hey, Obama, got a dollar?'" ME: "...did he?" EMILY: "No, but I don't think he had any money, 'cause he was dressed all incognito -- " ME: "He had sunglasses!" EMILY: "Yes!"
I'm still buzzed by it. However, what dampens my joy is that no less than three people have reminded me that he's married. I know he's married. My love for him is pure and chaste! I just have the impulse to walk behind him, making sure his cloak doesn't touch the ground. I would be a servant! I would be his page! I would be his acolyte! Maybe, one day, he would start mentoring me in his ways of AWESOME.
That's right: I want Barack Obama to be my own personal Yoda.
Since that's not going to happen, I might as well vote for him, right? |
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