Celebrity Sightings on a Saturday Morning

I was walking towards CVS on Farwell for my normal Shopkicking stop when I saw someone familiar.  They were pushing a little girl in a stroller.  The man seemed so small to me and well, wearing a stupid shirt.  Reminded me of Where's Waldo? 

It was Alex Lasry, the guy who ran for Senate in 2022 and who owns part of the Milwaukee Bucks. I think?  I'm not sure anymore. I knew he came from money and I even voted for him in the primary before he dropped out.  I like and gladly voted for Mandela Barnes in the general election. I didn't want Mandela to leave the lieutenant governor's role.  I liked Alex's energy at the time and thought maybe we need more candidates like him with money in their pockets.  I wasn't sad when he dropped out.  Honestly, I don't know who I would vote for in a primary, but whoever wins, they'll get my vote.

When I realized who it was, I smiled and looked at him.  He scowled when he saw me and was answering his daughter. I wasn't going to ask for an autograph.  I was going to say Good Morning but judging from the look on his face, that would have been inappropriate.  His little girl was asking him about sea shells.  I should have said hello to her.  She seemed nice.

I know his wife had a baby recently and they have another daughter who's relatively young too, maybe 1, so maybe he was having a frazzled morning?  I take no offense but for some reason he gave off weenie vibes and he was so small when I saw him.  I'm going to guess 5'8 but maybe the Where's Waldo shirt made him seem 2 feet tall.  Ok.  I'm being an ass.  Judging from the nice houses in the neighborhood, it wouldn't shock me that Alex lives in one of them with his young family.  You'd think he'd find a stylist for his weekend outings.  Geez.  Weenie.  Just really gave off weenie vibes.  

My mom said maybe he's used to people approaching him and wanting to talk.  I said I wasn't going to talk and what do people talk to him about?  Dropping out of the Senate race before it got started?  I just thought Oh, how nice, a thoughtful dad taking his daughter out on a Saturday morning.  Weenie.  I laugh as I type this but that's the vibe he gave me.  Please don't run for Governor, Alex.

I don't think I could run up to any celebrity or politician and just start a conversation. It's not in my nature.  Maybe gawk like a dork and fan girl over them.  That sounds about right for me.

I may see him again but I'll make sure I say hello to his children and not make eye contact with him.

Weenie.  

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