I decided to wear my kilt to church on Sunday. We walked in to the sanctuary and bumped into the Associate Pastor (a Navy Chaplain). He asked my wife and I to assist with Communion. We said ok and sat down. I saw the senior pastor wave to me and then he made the sign of DRINK with his hands. I then stood up and walked into the aisle to let him know I was kilted. He came up the aisle and also asked me to help with communion. Yes, another stuipid kilt joke from him that I overlooked. He's a short timer any way. So, ther I was, in all my Kilted Glory, standing on the alter in front of the congregation. So, now everyone ther knows me. the kilted one. And now of course, I have to answer all the questions: Clan, Pipes?, Occasion?
It was the only clean thing in the closet. We then went to lunch at a local diner, where all the older folks hang out. I got lots of double takes and approving smiles. On the the grocery store. I am a hit wherever I go in the kilt. I suddenly have lots of people asking questions. Life is Great!!!