Prisoner of Obama!

Well folks, as you may have heard, Obama was in town today. What I didn't know was that he was actually visiting the Grand Central Bakery building in Pioneer Square. I work in the creaky and fabulous Buttnick Building right next door. So yeah, we were on lockdown for his entire visit. It was supposed to last 20 minutes, but ended up being more than an hour. There was quite a crowd there just to catch a glimpse. Here's what it looked like at 1st S & Washington:

This was our dilemma: we were having this all-hands meeting. They had ordered pizza and its delivery time was uncertain. Of course, the guy showed up about five minutes after Obama (none of us could see him - Obama, not the delivery guy - but the throng gave a mighty cheer). The problem was that we couldn't get our pizzas. The guy was 50 feet away on the corner and there was this Bellevue cop who kept yelling at us when we touched the sidewalk. I contemplated making a dash for it, but that probably would have landed me in handcuffs. Instead, we had to send him away, go back upstairs and be hungry. When Obama did leave, one guy claimed to have seen his hand. I saw nothing. Soon they re-opened everything: streets, sidewalks, Occidental Square, etc. The pizzas (newer, fresher ones) eventually showed up and all was well. It's not every day when your movement is restricted by the president. It's also quite rare getting yelled at by a Bellevue cop in Seattle. But despite all that, I still like Obama quite a bit.

Oh, and on the way home, I went past the Larouchies at the Market with their Obama-with-Hitler-mustache signs. I don't think anyone ever told them that whenever somebody has to resort to Nazi symbolism or accusations, they've already lost the argument. Way to change minds, dumbasses.