Elvis

A few weeks ago George and I were treasure-hunting in one of our favorite thrift stores. As we were getting ready to head to ward the door I saw someone come in who had to be an off-duty Elvis impersonator.

Hey, is that Dale? I asked George. I think it is. See, we kind-of know an Elvis. He's the boyfriend of a friend of ours. He even performed an impromptu set when George's band played for an animal fundraiser.

I strode over to Elvis and said, "Hey! Are you Dale?"

Surprised, he said, "Uh, no, I'm Bill."

I said, "Oh, I'm sorry. You look just like a friend of mine, Dale, who does Elvis impersonations."

Elvis reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet, and from that, a shiny, party-themed business card, which he handed to me.

He gave me the 30 second spiel about how he was available for parties, weddings, etc.


Incredulous and slightly embarrassed, I said,

"That's wierd, you look just like him."