The village idiot of Las Vegas and his Elvis encounter..

This is an only in Las Vegas story - The other day I was driving down the road when I notice a pink Cadillac directly in front of me. I'm not for certain what year it was, but it was nice. It looked as if  it had been restored to mint condition. I decide to pull past it for a better look. As I am parallel I take heed of the driver. It was an Elvis impersonator driving.

He is talking on his cell, which is illegal in Nevada while driving, unless it is hands free. Anyways, I had to pay my respect, so I roll down my window, honk my horn and yell "TCB...Elvis!" TCB is an acronym for 'Taking Care of Business.' Elvis is the person whom I credit for making it a constant part of my jargon. My honk and shout out startled him. He drops his phone and slams on his brakes. Obviously he was paying more attention to his phone call than the road. As I drive pass, I look in my rear view mirror and notice he is giving me the finger. At the time, I didn't think much of the gesture. Think about things for a moment. How many people can honestly say they've been flipped off by an Elvis impersonator driving a pink Cadillac?

I thought my encounter with the king was over until he pulls up beside me at the next red light. He then looks out the window and says - "Man - no disrespect about the bird. You just scared the Jesus out of me son." This was the best Elvis impersonator I have ever seen. It was eerie how much he looked and sounded like the king, "This vintage Caddy I'm driving is on loan from the Elvis Presley museum, and if it so much gets a scratch on it...My ass is toast," he adds. I could never be disrespectful to the memory of Elvis, so I tell him this - "No problem E! You keep the legend alive and well...Take Care of Business!" I then throw my arm out the window, snap my fingers and begin to wiggle my index finger. He smiles and reciprocates the gesture.