December 4, 2008

HANDS LIKE A SOCCER PLAYER:

"I Worked Out with Obama!": When the Obama buzz started, Stepp Stewart put his stinky clothes back on. (Karen Araiza, Dec 2, 2008, NBC Washington)

This morning, I was late! I was gonna be on the treadmill (at the Philadelphia Sports Club on Hamilton Street) by 6. It’s more like 6:30.

I run. I’m done. I go to the shower, get all cleaned up and I’m just about to put my lotion on and I hear a rumor that someone is coming. Obama! And he’s gonna be here in 30 minutes!

Girl, I put my sweat-drenched, funky-smellin’ clothes right back on, got right back on the floor and started fakin’ a workout!

All the sudden, people are eyeballing the door. Here comes the secret service.Then here comes Barack, walking up with a baseball cap on. He stops at the front desk. All the sudden, there’s a line of people.

But here I was, sitting on a spin bike that was broken! It’s a prop. But it’s right by the door. I am faking it again, so I can have a good spot at the door!

I get off the bike. He looks me dead in the eye.

He shook my hand. I held onto it as long as I could.

HIS HANDS WERE SOFT AS BUTTER!

Posted by Orrin Judd at December 4, 2008 5:50 PM
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