Hottie with a Smokin' Body

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So Obama spent some time in Buffalo yesterday - three hours to be exact, and he had a few wings from Duff's and visited a factory on the East side.

A few observations:

1). I like the Anchor Bar wings better - so he screwed up there.

2). He snarled traffic for me and I couldn't get to one of my appointments.

3). He should have ordered the suicidal wings - wimps eat the mild or hot ones.

4). Way too much goes into his travel plans. How much does it cost just to get him to and from work. Motorcade, police escorts, low-flying planes - what a pain in the ass. How's he get up and run to the corner for a pack of smokes?

5). Some woman called him a hottie with a smokin' body. He acted a little embarrassed by the attention and this is where I can most identify with him. I wish I had a dime for every time I heard that about myself. I'd be able to buy a gumball.

Yet, how do you handle such a statement? Here he is, in town for some intelligent discourse, and this lady has a chance to speak to him and she shouts something out that, I'm frankly tired of hearing in my own life. I'm sure Obama doesn't want to be treated like a piece of meat.

6). Anyway...I was thinking about being in the general neighborhood and wondering if it might be cool to meet a president someday, and you know, I wouldn't have braved the crowds or the threat of rain, if I knew he'd give me seven minutes of his time. Not that I wouldn't enjoy shaking the hand of a president, but I really hate crowds and pomp and circumstance. Not the figure so much as the people who are kissing the ass. It's not like he's Springsteen or Jeter, after all.

7). Obama was also greeted warmly which is good because six months ago he was being roundly criticized. They tell me this economy thing is cyclical anyway, so he probably doesn't deserve the credit as much as he didn't deserve the criticism. Either way, you hope he does all right, the same way you were hoping Bush did well.

8). At least he paid for his own wings.

9). Hopefully he didn't see all the boarded up businesses - perhaps that's why they didn't bring him to the Anchor Bar - too close to the downtown blight.

10). Thanks for the Cliff at Walmart feedback - it wasn't freaking me!

I'm a hottie with a smokin' body.

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