January 9, 2008
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Happy Birthday Big E!!!
Yesterday was Elvis’s 72? birthday. So I decided I would repost the story of my own Elvis encounter from 12/4/2006.
I just saw Elvis at the grocery store. Did I say my day was going to be boring… I was so wrong. I went to get my cart, and as I was turning around, there he was, pushing his cart through the sliding doors of the local Oleson’s store.
He was tall, about 5’11″ or 6′,although he seemed a little stooped. Everyone seems tall to me because I’m only 5’4″. He had short salt and pepper hair and black framed glasses with thick lenses.
As I turned and saw him I stopped, my cart narrowly missing a collision with his. “Go ahead” I said smiling politely. And here’s when I knew ”uhh…Thank you.” He said. I knew it…I heard it… I felt it… that soft southern drawl that rolled quietly from his lips… It was him…I had encountered Elvis…
His head down he pushed his cart through the doors and into the store. It took me a moment to collect myself, before I followed him into the store.
Then of course I stalked him down the isles.It was Elvis. Wouldn’t you?
Through the baking isle and down the snack isle into the dairy… which is good because that’s where I had to go. It wasn’t hard to follow the blue plaid short sleeve shirt, that he wore tucked into blue jeans. He was the only one in the store, other then me, without a jacket. I run hot. (also insane) He had a bit of a potbelly, but all in all, I would say he was in good shape for a dead guy. I was following him towards the baked goods, when I remembered I needed Mountain Dew and he wasn’t heading towards that isle. I was torn. Do I let the King go and follow the call of my caffeine? I could tell he was nervous when I had been reading the back of the milk carton over his shoulder. I don’t like to make people uncomfortable. I imagine having to hide your identity would make anyone a bit skittish. So I left him to the donuts, fudge brownies and unclaimed birthday cakes sitting in the isle of the baked goods section and went to answer the call of my master. Hoping I would catch up with him at the register.
Unfortunately I didn’t see him again and skulking in the grocery store parking lot when Ben and the kids were at home waiting for dinner, did not seem an option. So I stopped at the video store. Picked up some movies and came home to blog about my brush with The King…
Did I say it was going to be a boring day… And for all you nay sayers… don’t rain on my parade.
I live happily with my illusion that Elvis is alive and well in T.C. Join me next week when I will be looking for Jim Morrison at Best Buy…
I’ve been playing with PhotoShop Again…
I just really liked this photo so I saturated the color.
This was my view out the car window when I took some nice quiet ALONE time yesterday.
so some bay watch for you!
Have a great day!
Keep your eyes peeled for dead celebrities!
Comments (35)
Ooh dead celebs are my fave!
haha.
Elvis died on my birthday!
RYC: that would take discipline. It reach closed to 65 yesterday and the air handling system gets all messed up when the temp changes fast.
Have a great day!
Elvis died on ^ ^ MY ^ ^ birthday!!
Tommy Lee Jones (from Men in Black): “Elvis is not dead….he just went home.”
Elvis died close to MY birthday
it was my half-birthday yesterday. i listened to jailhouse rock and ate a cupcake in celebration of both elvis and myself.
ryc: i didn’t remember to do it! i actually listened to it twice at work yesterday (some kindred soul put it on youtube, hurray) so it’s out of my system for now. i woke up with a ren and stimpy song stuck in my head – really, it’s all about controlling the songs that get stuck in your head before they get stuck semi-permanently, so i hope i caught it in time.
I loved your story. I am glad you reposted since I missed it last time around.
Cool pictures…again!!!!!!
heh! I knew he wasn’t dead.
Thanks for your comment on my blog. You may have lit a fire under my butt.
So he wasn’t wearing a cape right?
Man I never see celebs, dead or alive.
Oh, Elvis. The King. sigh…I thought I saw him once on a piece of toast, but it was only crumbs. I’m trying to keep the hope alive though…
uh, huh…he’s still in the building…I spotted him chewing on a pork chop…
I hope to see Elvis again….I really believe he made it Home. Now…….I just got Photoshop for Christmas. Can you please inform me how do I get a picture I worked on in Photoshop to my Xanga blog…. Looking forward to your answer. A song is ringing in my heart today ….
~Carolyn
The King — terrific! But I really wanna know if you caught up with Jim Morrison. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!!
Elvis died and I have a birthday…
No Elvis sightings here. Not sure I’d care if I did run into him in the grocery, either; unless, of course, he was taking the last Diet Cokes! Then he really would be dead!
Elvis died on my husbands birthday……….how do you manage to get alone time? I am very jealous……..ilym
Whose dead?
I never said he was dead.
I said he died.
That doesn’t mean he’s dead.
My best friend died in second grade, but the policeman breathed life back into him and now he’s not dead anymore.
And you didn’t ask him to autograph your grapefruit??? Geez…what were you thinking???
would you believe it’s been cloudy everynight except two since christmas! GEEZZZZZ and the two nights it was clear I was so tired I couldn’t look at anything but the bed!ilym
Photoshop is fun! I love playing with it. And that is a really nice picture. Is that East Bay?
RYC: Thanks for suggesting Mason…I like it so far! Do you think your aunt and uncle would know if there is a lake for boating anywhere near Mason – like within a half-hour/hour?
5 stars for you, by the way
That is an amazing story. All this time, I’ve believed the stories that he was dead. I can’t thank you enough for this.
I used to not believe in Sam Donaldson, then one day I went into the Mayflower Hotel in Washington D. C. to use the bathroom and who do you suppose is at the next urinal? Yep, Sam Donaldson, taking a piss like he was not even famous.
Don’t ask, I didn’t look.
I did notice that he washed his hands before he left but dried them in a very haphazard way.
SR
gasp, gasp… how long does it take to be cyberly dead, before it takes for one to come back.
Sorry. I’m still looking for my sunglasses, “I’m sure there down there somewhere”.
I like the pics! You did a great job with both. I think the second one is my favorite. It reminds me a bit of Biloxi, MS
My sister swears that Princess Diana is not dead. I’ll have to search back for my blog on that one.
they said that they found elvis dead in a bathrobe, looking scrubby and drooling…with a bottle of empty painkillers next to him/ but who knows, maybe he faked his death in order to escape from the torturous and ruthless, perpetual public eye.
your winter tree picture is beautiful/
happy new year!
2 Credits for you.
*Sprinkles fairy dust*
*Flies away*
How strange is this? I have a friend who is about 6′ tall with salt and pepper hair and glasses who was telling me how this bearded woman was following him around the grocery store…hehe, just kidding!
I’ve seen Gary Coleman a couple times, but I’m pretty sure he’s not dead.
I love that second picture. It would look really great hanging on my wall. Maybe you should release the rights to print it to me so I can order it from Shutterfly. Hint hint. (Hehe!)
If you’re looking for Jim Morrison, I think I saw him the other day in Circuit City with Jimi and Janis
Elvis never died, and I stopped having birthdays….
Just came from Owen’s site, read his blog about being happy…reply of “Happy is good” comes to mind, click on reply box & what do I see, first comment, yours…”Happy is good”…lol…have a great one…Rainy
I would imagine it was allot like putting the cart before the corpse
Elvis!!!I only see santa in the store.
I’m looking, LOL! Thanks for the reminder on Ill. Friday, I had forgotten to post! This week was 100% link for you ( boydcreek2.blogspot.com )
I laughed out loud! Thanks so much for this great story! Now, I’m gonna have to start keeping my eyes open for the King in my grocery stores