Today I dropped off my laundry, and before I picked it up I went grocery shopping (same shopping center/strip mall). As I'm pushing the cart around, trying to figure out where this place has stashed the raisens and the pita, I see a guy in a blue shirt. He's overweight... got dark hair in a bit of a pompadour... big bushy sideburns... slight sneer on his lips... Oh.My.God. I'm shopping with Elvis.
You just know any week that starts with an Elvis sighting is not going to be a good one.