Dead serious. Too weird.
Obama Just Bought Me A Soda
So that's what life is like in Julian's America.
What kind? .. I'm gonna venture to say Diet Coke.
Does this mean you'll rethink your vote?
he's in town? i haven't gotten out of the house too terribly much lately.
So he is buying votes then…so much for 'change'
I asked for Sprite.
I was looking at some investment property a potential client was thinking of buying and all of a sudden there's a lot of cops on the street in Olde Town Petersburg. I go in the building and back out and as I step out this lady behind me yells, "Oh shit! It's Obama." I turn around and, sure enough, Obama is getting off a bus and going into Longstreet's restaurant.
I go over to the secret service roped off line because its a glass front, and how often can you say you've run into a Presidential candidate on the street? The media bus pulls up a minute of two later and they go in then a secret service guy comes out and says they want a few more people inside. They let a few old African American ladies in Obama hats in. By this point, people are running up and down Sycamore and Bank Streets yelling "It's Obama!" and every Petersburg citizen is running this way. A few seconds later they ask me if I want to go in (even though I wasn't trying to get in nor knew I was in the "meet Obama" line) and I go, "uh sure."
They pat me down past the barricade and check my briefcase then I go into the restaurant and mull around for a minute or two. They only let like 6 people in who weren't already in the restaurant (this was a completely unannounced stop from what I can surmise [and common sense]).
Obama comes over and shakes my hand and tells me he likes my tie and I tell him "Thanks… yours is nice too." He laughs. Then he asks me what I do and I tell him I'm in real estate and he says the real estate industry is hurting and asked how my company was doing and I said we weren't hit nearly as hard as most because we weren't in sub-prime and did little re-fi business, and he said the industry needed a "change". I said yeah. He said it was hot outside and asked if I wanted a soda before I left and I said no, but he said it was too hot to walk around in a suit and look at properties without something to drink and said he'd pay for it. I told him I'd take a Sprite because the entire thing was getting a but surreal and I kinda wanted to leave because the news people were snapping pictures like crazy.
So they got me a soda and I said thanks (he was talking to someone else at this point) as I left and he did the quarter turn and nod. It was pretty strange.
I'll look at my Times-Dispatch in the morning and see if I'm in any of the shots. I pretty much have to be.
I was looking at some investment property a potential client was thinking of buying and all of a sudden there's a lot of cops on the street in Olde Town Petersburg. I go in the building and back out and as I step out this lady behind me yells, "Oh shit! It's Obama." I turn around and, sure enough, Obama is getting off a bus and going into Longstreet's restaurant.
I go over to the secret service roped off line because its a glass front, and how often can you say you've run into a Presidential candidate on the street? The media bus pulls up a minute of two later and they go in then a secret service guy comes out and says they want a few more people inside. They let a few old African American ladies in Obama hats in. By this point, people are running up and down Sycamore and Bank Streets yelling "It's Obama!" and every Petersburg citizen is running this way. A few seconds later they ask me if I want to go in (even though I wasn't trying to get in nor knew I was in the "meet Obama" line) and I go, "uh sure."
They pat me down past the barricade and check my briefcase then I go into the restaurant and mull around for a minute or two. They only let like 6 people in who weren't already in the restaurant (this was a completely unannounced stop from what I can surmise [and common sense]).
Obama comes over and shakes my hand and tells me he likes my tie and I tell him "Thanks… yours is nice too." He laughs. Then he asks me what I do and I tell him I'm in real estate and he says the real estate industry is hurting and asked how my company was doing and I said we weren't hit nearly as hard as most because we weren't in sub-prime and did little re-fi business, and he said the industry needed a "change". I said yeah. He said it was hot outside and asked if I wanted a soda before I left and I said no, but he said it was too hot to walk around in a suit and look at properties without something to drink and said he'd pay for it. I told him I'd take a Sprite because the entire thing was getting a but surreal and I kinda wanted to leave because the news people were snapping pictures like crazy.
So they got me a soda and I said thanks (he was talking to someone else at this point) as I left and he did the quarter turn and nod. It was pretty strange.
I'll look at my Times-Dispatch in the morning and see if I'm in any of the shots. I pretty much have to be.
Originally posted by Ever Circling Skeletal Family:Yup, now he'll have to use bills.
So he is buying votes then…so much for 'change'
In actuality, I'm sure he didn't "buy" me it. Barack Obama couldn't buy a meal in Petersburg; his approval rating is higher then Jesus' down there.
Originally posted by Julian, certified WEBLEBRITY:And yes, I'm aware there's a Julian's America joke or thirty somewhere in this.
Obama comes over and shakes my hand and tells me he likes my tie and I tell him "Thanks… yours is nice too."
It's no mention in Pitchfork, but… it'll do.
Originally posted by miss pretentious:My new plan is to get Pitchfork to pick up Julian's America as a regular feature and leave this Podunk messageboard behind.
It's no mention in Pitchfork, but… it'll do.
Great story
As you were walking away did he say "Hey kid! Catch!!!" and throw his suit coat at you?
Originally posted by eros:Or did you try to trade him shirts…?
As you were walking away did he say "Hey kid! Catch!!!" and throw his suit coat at you?
Originally posted by miss pretentious:His shirt was made from REALLY thin material. You could see his undershirt which is a BIG TIME no. If anything, he should've been trying to trade with me.
Or did you try to trade him shirts…?
I could be the Secretary of Interior Design in his <s>Ottoman</s>Cabinet.
Originally posted by eros:Awesome mental image.
As you were walking away did he say "Hey kid! Catch!!!" and throw his suit coat at you?
"Screw you, Barack! Without your matching shoes this outfit is NEVER going to happen!"
did he try to molest you in the parking lot?
Originally posted by brennser:No, but Clarence Thomas did last week.
did he try to molest you in the parking lot?