Dance with the one what brung ya

There's a man who lives near my parents who apparently makes his living as an Elvis impersonator. He has a car with his number and business and a huge fucking headshot of him painted on the side; I always see it when I drive to their house (not sure if that's a good indication for his career) but I rarely see him.

Until recently, when I was going by and he was getting in the car, in full Elvis regalia-- bell-bottom jumpsuit, boots, black bushy sideburns out to here, and just as bald as can be. I guess the wig goes last? Maybe he was in a hurry.

Gave me a hell of a surprise. I keep remembering it at unexpected moments, and it keeps making me laugh for no reason at all.