Evidence you ‘re in Las Vegas:

A couple of weeks ago, I went to the main post office branch and stood in line to send out a package. As I was waiting, the clerk called out “Next” and a portly man of about 6 feet approached the counter. After a moment of bemusement, I realized that he was an Elvis impersonator; he had the jet black hair, coifed in that famous way, and his rounded face bore a slight resemblance. But what was really funny was that he was wearing jeans and a casual button-down instead of the usual get-up. You know, just your run-of-the-mill off-duty impersonator engaging in his quotidian activities.

Even Elvis impersonators have to run errands during their day off, and I suppose I shouldn’t expect them to put on a hat or another wig when doing so.

And speaking of queuing, recently, while Lee was waiting in line to get a money order, she spotted some off-duty strippers with huge wads of cash in their hands. Tip money, you see. Hey, unless they put it under their mattresses, they’re going to have to wait in line somewhere to make deposits.