I met Elvis in Wendy's last weekend.
It was my first full weekend off since early July and we'd made plans to head to my parents' house to pick up some furniture of Mim's that I wanted to bring home. We got a late start because Marcus teaches until 2:00 on Fridays this semester. Dean had a great day at school that day and was jazzed about going to Grammy and Papa's. We hit the road and made pretty good time. We decided to stop for something to eat in Aberdeen, Mississippi, the tiny town where my grandma and her sisters grew up, the place where I spent a lot of time during my childhood summers. They have a really clean, nice Wendy's and Dean was excited about the Where's Waldo game he got in his kid's meal, complete with Waldo glasses.
After we'd eaten, we gathered our drinks and headed for the exit. Around that time, Elvis entered the building with people that we in the very deep, dark woods of the south would refer to as his "Mommer n' Deddy." Elvis was fantastic. He was in his mid-40s with the perfectly dyed black hair, sideburns and "gold" jewelry. He was wearing a black mesh tank top onto which he had written ELVIS with what looked to be a liquid paper pen. He also had what looked like a homemade ELVIS tattoo on his arm. And he smelled like he hadn't bathed since the real Elvis was alive. Obviously, I couldn't take my eyes off him. I also couldn't stop giggling.
Marcus and Dean went to the restroom, so I stood near the door holding onto our drinks. Elvis's mom was sitting at the table closest to me, repeatedly screaming to Elvis and his dad, who were in line, that she wanted "the grill chicken salad with EYE-talian dressin'!" Elvis's dad was about 6'7" and wearing overalls. He was awesome. Right before it was their turn to order, Elvis walked over to his mom and asked, "What was it that you wanted?" I couldn't help but chuckle out loud a little. As he wandered back to the cash register, Elvis passed dangerously close to me, tipped his head and said, "How you doin', ma'am?" It was...special.
Marcus came out of the men's room with Dean just in time to see this exchange go down and asked, "Did Elvis just try to pick you up?" Why yes. Yes he did. Guess I've still got it. (HA.)