The Bishop decided that his hard working priest urgently needed to recharge his batteries so he insisted that Fr Michael take a holiday.
Fr Michael loved a game of cards and the odd flutter on the horses so he decided to fulfill a lifetime’s ambition and visit Las Vegas.
As he was exiting the plane at McCarron International Airport in Vegas, one of the ground staff ran up to him and shouted: “Elvis! Oh my God! It’s really you! I knew you weren’t dead. Elvis, how have you been?”
Fr Michael looked at her in amazement and said: “I’m not Elvis! I don’t look even remotely like him.” He then walked away quickly before the woman could say any more. “You do look like him. You’ve aged but I know you’re Elvis,” she called out as she shed tears of joy at the King’s return.
He hailed a taxi and hopped in, telling the driver to take him to his hotel. The driver said ‘Sure thing sir’ but then almost fainted with shock when he turned around and looked at Fr Michael. “Oh my God! It’s Elvis! I knew you weren’t dead! I’m your number one fan. It’s so great to see you!”
Fr Michael was really annoyed now and snapped at the driver: “Listen here to me, my good man, I don’t know what’s going on but I’m not Elvis. That poor man is dead and I don’t look anything like him so please don’t talk and just take me to my hotel.”
Finally, Fr Michael reached the hotel and approached the reception desk. The woman on duty looked up, gasped and screamed. “Oh my God! Oh my God! It’s you. You’re back, my darling Elvis! I knew this day would come. We’ve kept everything just the way you like it. Free cheeseburgers, peanut butter and banana fried sandwiches, masseurs, a full liquor bar and free bets in the casino. I’m sooooo glad you’re back!”
This time, Fr Michael said nothing and after taking a good look around to see that nobody could hear him, he mumbled: “ Uh huh, thank yuh, Honey, thank yuh very much.”