Every time I come in the kitchen

I think it’s pretty obvious President Obama is stalking me.

I feel like that scene in Friday where Pops is hollering at Craig for always being in the kitchen:

Seriously. I mean, first I move to DC. Then 10 years later… here he comes. I know, right? And then a few months ago I went to Chicago to visit one of my girlfriends who lives in his old neighborhood and he just “happens” to be home that weekend — messing up traffic and forcing me to have to walk to Harold’s Chicken! And now, I’m working in Toledo for the weekend and he “coincidentally” plans a factory visit and speech here… C’mon POTUS, you ain’t slick.