Monday, November 24, 2008

Is Elvis a clown for our amusement?



A couple of nights ago Mr S. and I were in the store picking up booze for the BBQ ribs we were going to make the next day. You just can not make boozy ribs without Canadian Whisky. Can not!

Anyway, I'm setting up my game plan to sprint through the store.

Mr S. and I tend to split up. He goes to one side of the store, I go to the other. I cram as much stuff in my arms and we meet roughly back in the middle. But, this time I was feeling a little disorganized and only picked up a couple of things before I returned to the cart to drop things off. It was then Mr S. said the following to me.

Him - Did you see Elvis?

Me - Whaaat?

Him - Elvis. Then he points in the general direction I should go look.


All in one moment I'm excited, and bummed that I didn't have my camera on me. We'd just spent all day in the park. I didn't want to carry it around. And this was just suppose to be a short trip. I should know to never leave the house without it.

Anyway, I begin trying to get a stealth picture. But, Elvis is so aware of me stalking him with my camera phone, that he is thwarting my every move. So I rush back to Mr S.

Me - He knows I'm stalking him and he won't let me get a good picture.

Mr S. - Well, just ask him for a picture.

Me - But, what if he is not trying to be Elvis. When I was growing up there were a lot of old dudes that just looked like old Elvis.

Mr S. - Oh - he's trying to be Elvis.

Me - are you sure? Cause, I don't want to seem like an asshole. But, you don't see many guys trying to do the whole Elvis thing anymore.

I try a few more times to get a stealth picture, and then I just give in and ask the guy if I could take a picture of him. He was really nice and let me. And then went into talking like Elvis. I thanked him profusely. Engaged him about his Elvis-ness. Apparently he was some performer. I tried to get a business card. But, I wasn't getting much information from him. Like a name. Of course when I said this very thing to Mr S. he said "well, his name is Elvis". Just like that. And then, what could I say?

After we got back into the car I asked Mr S. "Don't the Elvis guys know we are kind of mocking them"?

Him - Yeah. But, they want the attention. They are sort of like clowns.

4 comments:

Nanny Goats In Panties said...

I'm scared to ask people if I can take their picture, so I try to do the stealth thing too.

But if this guy just started talking like Elvis, and wouldn't give you his name, then it sounds like he might have some identity issues.

Or he's hard up for work. These are trying times, after all.

Keyser Söze said...

Greetings, Snark-o!

You haven't posted in more than a week, and if Keyser's guessed correctly about which city on the location thingee on his blog is you, you haven't been around recently.

Hope all is well with you!

Concerned,
K

she said: said...

Dearest Keyser,

Your concern is always appreciated. I'm off the net due to a hard drive issue. And - I forgot we are in a recession, and things don't travel across the country as fast in a recession. Well, not that I really forgot.

Somehow the things which are suppose to make connections in my brain weren't working. Because, when the drive company wanted to charge 20 bucks extra for expedited shipping, my brain said "screw that! - everyone is giving free shipping these days. The drive will get here in 4 days anyway".

A week later, I'm still waiting for my drive, and I can't catch up on my blogs or people easily. Sucks.

I hope it comes tomorrow.

Sincereley Yours in Luddite-edness,

A Frustrated Snarkolepsy.

Keyser Söze said...

Well, Keyser's relieved to hear that it's just a computer problem. Hardware can always be replaced. It's people problems that can be more intractable...

Anyway, glad to hear that all is well with you!

Solicitously,
K