On Friday, Barack Obama gave his first press conference. There’s a television in the lobby at Benevolent Dictators, Inc. It plays the business news all day but broke for the press conference. When it started, everyone got up from their desk and went into the lobby to listen. Everyone. Even the people who didn’t vote for him (and at Benevolent Dictators, Inc., there are quite a few).
I couldn’t remember the last time people gathered around a TV to watch a George Bush press conference. Come to think of it, I can’t recall President Bush ever giving a traditional press conference whereby he made a statement and then took questions from reporters. So this was a real treat. And I don’t believe people were watching and thinking to themselves, “Oh, there’s our new black President.” I think they were concentrating on the content of the conference with little thought about the pigment of his skin. At least, that’s my Pollyanna wish.
Me: Big yawn.
7-Year Old Daughter: Yawns. Dad, yawns are contagious.
Me: That’s true and nobody knows why.
7-YOD: I think I know why. When someone yawns, the yawn flies out of their mouth and goes up the nose of someone else and makes them yawn.
That’s not possible, right? Because I find that disgusting.