yes, he was…elvis himself.  today.  at starbucks.  ordering a peanut butter & banana latte/extra hot/heavy whip.  fresh from an early-morning appearance, he was clearly in a hurry, and mrs. jones gladly yielded her place in line.  after a sincere “thank you, baby”, he departed to take care of business, confiding that he has a day job too: “can’t quit yet, little darlin’.  this is a tough economy, even for the king.” 

only in memphis.