the day i met the president

... kind of. we didn't have milkshakes at the Ruby's at the end of the pier like i had pictured in my wildest dreams, or ride in the yellow teacup together at Disneyland... but still, i saw him and he's real. kind of. i thought he would smile more - so i am wondering if:
a) he didn't see me
b) he DID see me but thought i was someone else
c) he was an Obama impersonator (most likely explanation)
d) he hates Jay Leno just as much as me and was in a foul mood from sitting on his couch






no 22nd in line to take off for him. turned right and bam, effed off home