Yet even more Obama.

My mom was telling her boss at the library about Kwaneesha's mother taking so many pictures on her way to vote and at the voting sited down in Indiana where I was volunteering on Election Day, and the librarian said it gave her chills, to think that it meant so much to people.

Last night I was talking to my one (black) older lady friend who works the library guard desk on Sunday nights, and she was saying that it seemed like just yesterday that her grandmother would call her in the room and be like "Come here, come here!" every time a black person was on television, and she added that it's always stuck with her, how much Ed Sullivan did for Gladys Knight.

"Did he have the Pips on too?", I was like.

"Yes," she said, and gave me a look and enunciated with restrained sassiness, "They are a package."

"Oh," I was like, pretending to be stupid.

She also was saying that she's always said that black people would never be equal till there was a black president, and now she doesn't now what she's going to do.

"Well," I was like, "How about quit your bitching, for one?", and she laughed and mock-acted and stared straight-ahead and deadpanned, "Yes sir, we are equal now, don't have nothing to complain about, yes sir."

Towards the end of talking after saying she was tired like she always said -- I asked why, like I always do, and it was since she was out till 5am the previous night at the casinos, like she is a lot -- she also got up a bit and pointed to her chair cushion; she had put a plastic bag over it, since she said the old guy who worked before her smelled too bad.

"Oh," I was like, "I thought it was out of consideration, in case you farted, or in case you farted and some shit came out, that way you wouldn't stain the seat."

She then waved her hand at me, and was like, "Please!", and I told her that that had actually happened to me once, this summer I was with some friends and I was standing outside an ATM booth waiting for a friend to get some money and I let out a really wet fart like I had been letting out all day, but that one felt a bit different, and as soon as I started walking, I felt a little little squish between my ass-cheeks, so I tried to keep them together and I had to go a the closest bathroom and wipe it out.

"Please!", she was like again, "That is too much information, what makes you think you can go telling me that?", though you could tell she was laughing, she has a toilet sense of humor too.

"Well," I was like, "since Obama's been elected, we're all family, that's why," and she laughed, and I went into the library to go work on my presentation for today.

When I left the library a few hours later, she was like, "Bye, cuz!"