Truly Mixed Emotions Meeting Another Gent in a Kilt
So, I live in a most remote Arizona city up in the canyonlands. Think I've met one other local who wore kilts a few years back. Occasionally meet a kilted tourist.
This past weekend I was at our local Walmart and ran into a gent in a kilt. At first felt bad I wasn't kilted myself, but wanted to support him so I complimented him and said I often wore kilts myself.
He wasn't much interested. He was an obese bear of a man - probably in his late 30s - who presented a very disheveled, scruffy, appearance. Especially his kilt.
Didn't recognize the tartan, a bright blue tartan of some sort. A wrap around Velcro fastening kilt. The way he wore it the kilt was all askew and rumpled. The rumpled part fit with the rest of his clothing and "mountain man visiting the city" appearance.
I had thought about pitching X Marks to him but he obviously didn't care about kilting beyond comfort for himself.
So, it was good to see a fellow gent in a kilt, but sad that he seemed to disrespect the kilt.
since he said he wore the kilt for comfort and as needed one of those in-store sit down electric shopping carts. Perhaps he also used a wheelchair.
As he drove off in the power cart I found myself hoping he was from out-of-town...
And found myself appreciating this rabble that respects the kilt.
Last edited by Riverkilt; 11th April 21 at 08:27 PM.
Ol' Macdonald himself, a proud son of Skye and Cape Breton Island
Lifetime Member STA. Two time winner of Utilikiltarian of the Month.
"I'll have a kilt please, a nice hand sewn tartan, 16 ounce Strome. Oh, and a sporran on the side, with a strap please."
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