Buttigieg did not respond to my greeting, probably because at least 10 other people were trying to get his attention at the same time: his staff and security people telling him where to go; delegates shouting, “We love you, Pete!”; swarms of reporters chasing after him yelling things like “Pete, what does Vice President Harris have to do in her speech tonight?” Next thing I knew, Buttigieg was 20 feet ahead of me, darting up a staircase while convention-goers shouted and cheered at him.