I was selected to be a part of the first-ever Twitter Town Hall. According to The White House, the event marked the first time that "random" members of the public—the 50 tweeters, in this case—came to that building specifically to see the president speak.
It was awesome. We got to explore (and take normally-verboten photographs!) outside the East Room, and inside the East Room and the State Dining Room.
When President Obama entered the room, the audience stood. Obama walked directly along the aisle adjacent the Tweeters. I saw that folks at the edge of the aisle—on instinct, I suppose—immediately began thrusting their arms out towards the president, in hopes of shaking his hand. He obliged.
In seconds, I made a few conclusions in my mind, as we humans are wont to do. I realized that—given the speed of President Obama's strides to the stage, and the fact that I was the third person in my row, with the other two guys already extending their hands towards the president—I wasn't going to get the opportunity to shake the man's hand. I made peace with it.
Within a second or two, he approached my section. He shook my two compatriots' hands. As he did so, he and I made eye contact.
With my eyes, I swear to you, I communicated my situation to Obama. As I smiled and nodded, I told him—silently—that I knew that logistics would prevent our shaking hands, and I was accepting it and moving on, and we would always have this cheerful mutual nodding to look back on.
I'm not suggesting that there was telepathy. But I assure you that the man knew exactly what my eyes were saying.
At that moment, the president of the United States winked at me. And as he did, he extended his hand to me for a shake. We shook. I believe I am now also a member of his cabinet.
(You can see me make peace with not shaking his hand at 1:32; you can see him go in for the shake at 1:36.)