I know one, he drives out of Milwaukee, met him a number of years ago at the hotel we use to stay at in Paducah, KY. And no, he wasn't wearing a jumpsuit...
Left one detail out, he was black. Yeah, that's what I said to him, "For real, black man named Elvis." Actually, the whole story is I just got in that morning and was on my way to get the free breakfast they serve, anyway these two girls walked up to me and said, "Do you know Elvis?" At first, I was like, "You know his dead right."
And they were like, "Nooo." Then they explained he was a driver like me because I still had my uni on and I was thinking a camera crew was hiding somewhere. Anyway, later that evening at the station, I met the driver in question and I said, "You Elvis?" I told him about the two girls from earlier that morning and he explained to me he was ditching them because this was his last trip before he picked up his new run and one of the girls was his, "Layover friend", if you catch my drift...
