Friday, April 8, 2011
The Legend of Flea Market Elvis
This might be a story that's only funny to my sisters, and one friend of mine, but here goes nothing. There is a flea market a few towns away from my house that my sisters and I go to once in a while. There is a guy that's always there that we call "Flea Market Elvis." We're kind of obsessed. I don't think he dresses like Elvis on purpose or to be ironic, but he totally has the hair, the glasses, jacket, and shoes. We see him at the flea market literally EVERY time we go, even though he doesn't have a booth that we know of. We don't go to that area very often, but we have also seen him at the mall, and the drugstore. He totally hit on my sister at one point, even though she totally denies it. The last time we went, we didn't see him at all. We were kind of bummed because we always wonder if we'll see him or not, and this was the first time we hadn't. We got in the car to go home. We had been listening to a 1950s Rock and Roll mix CD. As we were driving out of the parking lot, an Elvis song came on which was funny enough on it's own, but the next thing I heard was my sister yelling, "Holy shit, there he is!!!" I totally thought she was kidding, but there he was, walking into the flea market. It was pretty much the most perfect moment ever. I don't know what made me think about this today. Now I want to go to the flea market again.