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...
