Obama Schmobama, please don’t come back to Los Angeles ever. He really ruins everything for me when he visits. Last time he was here I had to sit in traffic for about 90 minutes to get the 3 miles from work to home. Apparently our President thinks it is an awesome idea to close down all of Century City at the prime time of rush hour in a city of millions. Good thinking!
This time Obama was coming to West Hollywood. I decided I would be super smart and not drive anywhere all day. I was patting myself on my back all night. His visit didn’t affect me at all. He is awesome. What a great President. Then reality set in when I went to get my car the next morning and it was no where to be found. Stolen? Couldn’t be? I am just over looking it. Mr. C will be able to find it. Unfortunately, no. We walked up and down our street numerous times. The car is really not there. Did I mention we park on a very steep hill?
Obama had my car towed because for some reason he couldn’t have any cars on that street. What a pansy. Maybe if he was as hard core as her
I wouldn’t be running into these problems.
Before getting my car I grabbed a bunch of cash from my stash under the bed. It is in the shoe box. No one looks there, right?
$252.50 later I had my car back. That was some hard earned money. When I say hard, I mean hard!
To drown in my sorrows I was going to make homemade cinnamon rolls. As I was picking up some ingredients at the grocery store I saw a dozen of these bad boys for $2.50. Can we just pretend I made them?
Cinnamon rolls or not, Obama I still want my $252.50 back plus $2.50 for my emotional distress.