Well, We Hope…

Today I stepped out at lunch to go to Urban Outfitters because I had been eyeing a shirt of theirs. It was a “now or never” kind of shirt:

Yea. So I made my way over there, not realizing it was the wrong day to walk because I was wearing high heels. This is my punishment for waiting so long to get this shirt. I walked in, went straight to the “SALE” section, found it and went straight to the cashier. It was a good thing I waited in retrospect, because on their website the shirt is $14.99 but I ended up getting it for $9.99, even though the original price was $28.

I was pretty excited about my purchase and I was making my way back to the office, I saw a little booth set up on 3rd street promenade with a guy selling Obama/Biden merchandise. There were buttons with Obama’s face transposed on Superman’s body, window posters, mini buttons with just his face and bumper stickers. Because of my political fueled drive home last night, I decided I wanted something. Button, sticker, whatever. I wanted it. I hopped into Famima to buy some bottled water, got some cash back and darted over to the booth, $10 in hand.

Enough people were coming up to buy objects of their political stances that it became a small crowd. As I picked a button up, a curly-haired boy, maybe about 7-years-old came up to the booth. He was wearing a rusty red shirt with jeans and he picked up one of the stickers and examined it.

“Is this our president?” he asked.

His mom, who had walked back to retrieve him, smiled and said “Well, we hope!”

She looked up, smiled at me, and both the seller and I laughed.

It was the most precious thing I think I have ever seen. It really gave me chills. I picked up the same sticker the little boy had, and bought it with my button.