As I check out, I have to wait a few minutes before someone finally helps me. I am, of course wearing my AmeriKilt, and as I wait, I take a casual stance, leaning against the counter. If I didn't just pull out my wallet a minute earlier, I would have checked to see if my kilt had fallen, or maybe this is one of those weird dreams where you're out in public sans-clothes. Neither of the above; it was just the comfort that comes with wearing the kilt. It's a very nice feeling indeed.

Now if I could find a pretty Irish lass doing kilt checks

Bad joke that . . .

James