TCB

Yesterday is the day that Loraine and I christened "Everybody Precious" (because they were).  It started with the guy at In 'n' Out Burger.  Then all of the guys at Hank and Frank (yes, all of them - and we were there for ninety minutes...).  

But the absolute most precious of all?  The guy at Juniper Tree on Lakeshore (which I had to visit on the recommendation of the woman that works at my neighborhood Peet's).  I was at the register purchasing a head band/ scarf number (very cute, BTW).  The guy at the register is totally darling (the most fierce mutton chop sideburns I've seen in a very long time - meow!).  I open my wallet to hand him my credit card and he asks for ID.  I pull out my license and he says "Great picture" after seeing the photo of Elvis I keep in my wallet (where an ID would go - but why?).  He's all "I'm a huge Elvis fan".  I'm all "Wow - me, too!".  He's all "I've been to Graceland five times".  I'm all "I've only been twice :(".  He laments the changes in the neighborhood surrounding Graceland (it's all about junky tchotchkes).  I'm all "I've got a picture of Elvis in my bathroom that I bought at this dumpy store on Beale Street years ago".  He's all "Must have been Schwab".  I'm all "Yes!".  Then it's time to leave the store and as Loraine and I walk out he says "Bye.  TCB!" while giving us "gun finger".  I swooned...