I was walking in a park on a warm late spring day when I crossed paths with John McCain. I playfully punched him on the shoulder and started telling him about the website I Dream of McCain. I told him that I didn't recognise him from his photo on the site, that he looked really hot in the photo that they used. I explained that I was not supporting him the election, not that I could vote anyways. I kept babbling on and on until an ice cream truck drove by and played its song.