So, we were filling up at the gas station last night/this morning when this shaggy old redneck dude with fledgling muttonchops comes ambling over and asks…
“Hey buddy, got a light???”
“Uh, no. Sorry, Elvis.”
He looked puzzled for a second , but then turned and walked away.
Dude was about fifty, rail thin, and a good three months overdue for a haircut, and save for the creepy sideburns and the likely tendency toward self-medication, bore little resemblance to The King, but it seemed the appropriate response at the time.
Did I mention he asked me for a light while I was pumping gas?
I guess they really don’t teach the Big Bang Theory in the South.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
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