"When are you going to get going on those errands?" yelled Wilbur's wife from the kitchen.

Wilbur set his empty cup on the coffee table, stood, and stretched his arms. It was a bright fall Saturday morning, and like Elvis Presley's private jet, it was time to TCB–take care of business. He hopped into his 2010 Subaru and contemplated what music to play. Why not some Elvis to match the tasks at hand?

"Siri, play the best of Elvis," he commanded.

"Elvis now playing," she replied sweetly and Wilbur instantly recognized the opening chords of Jailhouse Rock.

https://youtu.be/gj0Rz-uP4Mk

Wilbur was still tapping his hand against the wheel when he turned into his first stop, Lowe's, to pick up some new wire for the weed whacker. But when he pulled into the sprawling lot of the enormous warehouse store, his heart sank. Nope, not today. It might take an hour of his precious weekend morning to get through the line, the store looked much too crowded. Best wait and pick it up Monday on the way to work. The grass would have to wait, despite his wife's protests. 

Pulling out of Lowe's, he tapped his foot to Mystery Train and headed to the grocery store. He pawed his way through the crowded isles, still humming the tune, to find some black-eyed peas for the soup his wife was preparing. Alas, the shelf was empty. Nuts, he thought, his wife would be peeved, but he could stop at the organic market on the way home.

https://youtu.be/Q_eE0NPArEY

Back in his car, he listened to Elvis songs and headed to the car wash. This time he didn't mind waiting in line while he rocked out to the music. Finally, he rolled up and selected the extra long, extra clean wash setting given the mud that coated his automobile. Slowly, he pulled into the garage. It still thrilled him as much as it had when he was a child as the car thudded over the metal floor into the darkness. The brushes whirred, picking up speed, as they descended on the vehicle. Then the onslaught of water spraying in every direction began. 

And that's when Wilbur remembered the chip in the rear window. 

He hadn't mentioned it to his wife, planning on taking it to get repaired rather than get blamed for what had probably been a rock shooting up off the highway. It was more than a chip really, some of the tempered glass was crushed and dented in. What if it leaked? He unbuckled his seatbelt and crawled into the back seat just as the first round of rotary brushes ran across the back window. Water dribbled down from the crack. 

Wilbur began to sweat, looking around the car for something to cover the window, but there was nothing. The water sprayers began slowly running along the side of the car and Wilbur held his palms over the crack trying to protect it from widening, but it did no good. Water sprayed in all directions. He cursed himself for picking the extra long cleaning cycle and the brushes and sprayers returned again and again and again, beating relentlessly against the hole in the window, widening it each time. In the background Siri mercilessly played Kentucky Rain. 

https://youtu.be/Czuc4q4axqU

Wilbur returned home and slowly climbed his front steps, head hung low. His wife opened the front door.

"Did you get the black-eyed peas?" she demanded. Then she looked at her husband soaked from head to toe and then up at the sky. "Did it rain?" she asked, perplexed.

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Author's Note: My personal favorite Elvis song, but I couldn't think how to work it in.

https://youtu.be/T1Ond-OwgU8