That's pretty much the takeaway from this Philadelphia City Paper blog post by one of their writers who worked out alongside the President-Elect a couple of days ago:
the hell do you do in a situation like that? Well, here's a list of
things I did while simultaneously running next to Mr. President-Elect:
DIDN'T YOU TAKE A PICTURE?!?!" was the main reaction I got from
friends. My beloved mother asked me to ask him for health insurance
coverage. But as he walked away, wiping the sweat off his brow, I
couldn't ask for anything from the guy and was satisfied with him just
being my president.
I woulda asked him WHAT THE FUCK HE WAS DOING WITH A ZUNE!?!?