Since people seemed to enjoy my Jack Sparrow fistfight story so much, I figured I'd start sharing a few more 'gems'.
This is an oldie.
When I was a kid, my parents (specifically my mom) were travelling artisans. Mostly renaissance festivals, to be specific.
We trekked down to Florida one year to participate in a show at Vizcaya in Dade county. If you ever get a chance to visit, go. The show was a bust, but the scenery is breathtaking, and it was worth the trip just for that.
Anyway, you're here for a story, not a travelogue.
Another artisan that we knew, let's call him Fred for the sake of protecting the innocent, was also there. Fred was a super fun guy, as long as you took his pathological lying with a large grain of salt. He always had entertaining stories and a gift for telling them.
One morning, Fred runs into our booth. He points toward the ocean, which we were set up next to.
"You wouldn't believe what I just saw!" Generally, no.
"An 80 year old Elvis impersonator playing The Cars on a Mandolin!"
As we're trying to parse that statement into something that makes sense, the gentleman in question walks up the marble stairs from the water into our view. All activity ceased for a moment, as we stared in shock and admiration. That little old man wearing a spangled jumpsuit and playing for all he was worth will be embedded in my mind forever.
You go, mandolin Elvis.