Since I only wear a kilt or nothing at all (to paraphrase an old US after-shave commercial), I've gone kilted the last several summons to jury duty. The only hassle is getting through security cuz I've gotta take the sporran off & send it through the x-ray machine & take off the kilt belt & then they still have to wand me because the kilt pin sets off the alarm. A pain in the bahookie! Oh, & don't even think about wearin' yer Sgian Dhu!!!

Once inside & reassembled, tho', I'm the most comfortable man there!

It's a good icebreaker, too, in a roomful of strangers.
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