Dammit Arnold.

So on my way home from work last night I decide to stop off at Fred Segal to exchange a birthday present. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, don't worry. It's just another ritzy LA fashion boutique charging absurdist prices for strangely made men's shirts and one-of-a-kind hair accessories which could easily be mistaken for rubberbands.) I'm looking through some shirts when all of a sudden a bulky fellow in a suit sidles up next to me and politely asks for a "little room". Confused, I look up at him and immediately notice two things: 1. He's some sort of secret service agent. 2. Arnold Schwarzenegger walking up to my table to peruse the wares. It was just he and I standing there, and, wanting to meet him, I started going through some opening lines in my head. "I enjoyed your state of the state." No good. I didn't actually see it, and besides, I'm sure it sucked. "We're all behind you." No we're not. "I voted for you. Happy to have you in office." No I didn't / No I'm not. I was still searching, but he started talking to his daughter before I could come up with a winner. This post isn't about an LA celebrity sighting, especially since there's really nothing left to say about Arnold anyway (except that he's absolutely under 6 feet tall and that I could probably take him. If I was provoked. And he was blindfolded.), but I couldn't help but be annoyed that the guy just took over the fifth largest economy on the planet, we're billions in debt, and he's out shopping at Fred Seagal with his daughter. For crying out loud man! You're not even in the vicinity of the capitol right now! Get to work.