barack

So there I was, sitting in my parents’ house, working on my writing when suddenly, the phone rang. I figured it was my mom or dad asking if I’d moved the chairs from the basement to the dining room; so I went over to the phone and answered it with a customary “Hello?”
“Hello,” said an authoritative voice on the other line. “This is Barack Obama.”
HOLY SHIZNIT!!!!
Why in the world was he calling here? And how fortunate was I that I got back from the pizza place just in time to receive this call! Well, I was far too stunned to say anything in response, but that was okay because Barack just kept talking, imploring me to go vote tomorrow in the elections. I couldn’t believe it. Here I thought Presidential candidates were too busy to call us little people, and yet there I was, chatting with Senator Obama. Well, I wasn’t so much chatting as listening. He went on to describe how I could vote, and where I could find answers to my voting questions. It was incredibly helpful; although, he did fail to explain how the New York residents he was calling could vote in Pennsylvania’s primaries — but that’s neither here nor there.
Unfortunately, as the Senator is very busy these days, he had to end the call before I could get a word in edgewise. That’s not entirely true, actually. I did at one point ask him if he would send my friend an autographed picture, but he just talked right over me as if he didn’t even know I was there. It was almost as if he couldn’t even here me. Like a robot. Or some pre-recorded message. That’s okay though. I’m sure what he had to say was more important than my request, and like I said, he’s a busy man. At the end of the call, I felt empowered. I had just had a brush with greatness. I can only hope the rest of you can experience such a brilliant moment.