Meeting the President's Motorcade's Security

Today was uneventful except for getting to experience the joys of our esteemed visitor's proximity to our neighbourhood. On our way home from grocery shopping an intersection was roped off and dozens of police lined the streets, refusing all pedestrians requests to cross the two empty lanes to the other side. Every so often the riot police, dressed entirely in black and carrying rifles, would zoom by on motorcycles. When asked, the police would tell us that the President would pass by in just a few minutes. The minutes elapsed and the crowds grew, but no Presidents passed. After half an hour, the more antsy people began crossing the street in trickles, and when several mothers pushing their infants in strollers arrived the police gave up and the mass-crossing began. None of us ever got to see Mr. Bush, and I'm not sure that any of us really care.