Elvis Lives!

I gazed at her face in panic. She was speaking very loudly, "I've never met a stranger who didn't like Elvis"
"You have now," I thought. I try to smile politely and act interested.
"I saw the real Elvis three times in Vegas," she shouts inches from my face, not looking at me but past me into some unknown realm, "I've also seen Priscilla, Lisa Marie, and Nicholas Cage." She begins stroking my arm with her manicured hands. It's as if her nails are still wet, she holds her fingertips in the air and strokes my forearm with her palms. She makes brief eye contact and looks off again. "I'm god-mother to his children... and he's a Christian."

Later that same evening....

Bill and I return to our seats only to find them occupied. "Excuse me," I say, "you are in our seats, we have been sitting here all evening."
"Well, someone took our seats."
I am stunned, "So you are going to take our seats?"
"We were sitting over there and someone took our seats." He is actually decent looking and the woman with him is attractive.
" And you think its right to take our seats?"
"Someone took our seats so we sat over here."
"So you are just going to take our seats" I am incredulous.
"Well, no one was sitting here."
"We got up for intermission!"
"So did we and someone took our seats"
"So you are going to take our seats!" Blood is pounding in my ears.
"Well I guess we are just going to leave!" He gets up angrily and takes his woman with him.
"I think that's a good idea."

I won!

The deification of Elvis is a troubling thing...