He was in my room with some press and his wife. My wardrobe was fine but he thought it can be managed better. So he opens my wardrobe and gets all the clothes out on the floor and tells me something among the lines of : do you call this a wardrobe?
He then sits on the floor and starts doing the clothes and arranges them. He did ok tbh and went through the whole thing even though he was busy.
I am not even American but thanks Obama.
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