President Obama, in a move that highlights exactly how out-of-touch he is with most of America, is recruiting mothers to spread the good news of Obamacare…in the grocery store.

In a meeting with “eight moms from around America,” according to a White House pool report, President Obama encouraged the mothers to sing the praises of Obamacare while they’re out shopping at grocery stores.

Obama, speaking to the moms in the Oval Office, acknowledged that there have been problems with the roll-out of his signature health legislation, but insisted that a solid P.R. campaign will rescue Obamacare.

When people “hear about preventive care, the more they hear about no lifetime limits,” Obama said. “The more information they get, the more satisfied they’re going to be.”

Adding “There’s something about moms,” Obama went on to say that having moms talk to each other in the grocery store is an irreplaceable way to spread the message of Obamacare. Michelle Obama chimed in,

“The words I think of are ‘peace of mind,’” Mrs. Obama said.

“Everyfamily needs the peace of mind to know they’re going to have the safety net they need,” she continued. “As Barack said, these stories are powerful.”

Here’s the thing. I’m a mom, and have spent more than my fair share of time in grocery stores. For most moms, you’re in the store right before school because you forgot your kid needed a packed lunch because of a field trip that day, or it’s your day to bring donuts to the office. Or maybe you’re on your way home from work, trying to think of something imaginative to do with a pound of hamburger, knowing that you have to get the kids fed, bathed, homework done, and possibly have a conversation with your husband before you check out for the night. You also know there’s a 50/50 chance you’ll get in line to check out behind someone who is a coupon-clipper and is trying to cash a second-party check from Tehran.

And an Obamacare Mother/Zealot parks in front of your cart to share the good news with you in the produce section.

None of the scenarios I imagine are pretty.

Mr. and Mrs. Obama: please just let us get our groceries and go home. We’ll figure out Obamacare without getting accosted in Aisle 12.