Part Four: The Final Chapter
The Internet is a crazy thing. Ever since saving my good friend Brontosaurus' life yesterday at The 2012 Shop.org Annual Summit, I've become and over-night celebrity.
My blog has gone viral in the past few hours, and my heroics even inspired President Obama to show up at my Denver hotel to congratulate me on a job well done (I've been told it's not every day a Rocket saves the life of the world's last living Dinosaur, so I guess I'm kinda of big deal).
(I tried to get a glimpse of the President as he arrived)
While I was hovering out of the window for a better view, I realized that I needed to refuel before my thrusters failed.
Given the fact that President Obama was right below me, and I kinda look like a missile, I thought it best to avoid a national security issue by returning to my room to refuel before my first day as an international hero.
I know I shouldn't admit this, but after I got back to my suite, I was feeling really nervous about being in the spotlight. Reporters were calling all morning to speak with me, and I was admittedly a bit overwhelmed after seeing President Obama's motorcade drive up.
Needing to calm my nerves, I decided now would be the perfect time to grab that beer I've been craving all week. After all, I needed to refuel, and I thought a ice-cold pint would be a nice way to relax a bit.
(I dove in head first... literally)
I spent the next half hour or so in the hotel bar hanging loose and watching Sports Center. I also did my best to fly under the radar at this point because reporters where scurrying around the hotel in hopes of catching me for an interview.
Just as I was about to head back to my room and get ready for my big meeting with the President, Ben stopped down, so I asked him to join me for a beer.
While hanging at the bar, Ben let me rest in his shirt pocket in an effort to make it easier for me to hide from reporters. We tossed back a pint or two, had a few laughs and even split a double order of chicken wings.
About an hour later, when we were finished eating, Ben devised a scheme to get me through the hotel lobby unnoticed. It worked like a charm.
When it was time for my interview with President Obama, a secret service agent came to escort me down to meet him. At this moment, I was feeling very nervous, but thanks to the beers and Buffalo Wings, I had all the fuel I needed to shine.
Upon meeting the President, he congratulated me on my heroics and asked if I would mind coming with him while he delivered a speech. I told him, "I would be honored."
(That's me with the President)
During the President's speech, he showcased me to the entire world. He used words like heroic, admirable and courageous to describe me. He said, and I quote, “A change is brought about because ordinary people do extraordinary things. PrestaRocket has achieved the extraordinary, and in doing so he has changed us all."
I have to admit, as the President was showcasing me to the world, I started to tear up a bit.
Just a few short days ago, I was a simple hand held PrestaRocket hidden away in the overhead bin on a flight from Miami to Denver. Now, I'm bonafide hero for having saved the world's last living dinosaur, Brontosaurus.
When it came time for me and the President to part ways, we exchanged numbers and I asked him to keep in touch.
Soon after, I was escorted back to my hotel room so I could pack my belongings for the long flight home.
I am now in the Denver airport, and so many people seem to recognize me, it's incredible!
Everywhere I turn, someone is screaming my name, trying to get my autograph or snap a quick photo.
(They were screaming like a group of teenage girls at a Justin Bieber concert)
For example, take a look at this crew in the picture above. When I walked by their shop, all I heard was cackle of excited screaming. Don't get me wrong, being the most recognizable face in the world of e-commerce has its perks, but I can honestly live without being the new focal point of 'Tweenland.'
After an hour or so of pressing palms and posing for pictures, Ben told me our flight was about to start boarding and it was time for us to go.
I had such a great time at The 2012 Shop.org Annual Summit in Denver, I didn't want to leave just yet. But I am PrestaRocket after all, and I belong with my PrestaShop family back in Miami.
As we were boarding the plane, I decided to try my luck and ask Ben one last time for the window seat. Instead of locking me away, he so gently grabbed me by my wing and gave me the only thing I ever really wanted...
(The perfect end to my Denver adventures)