This does not happen very often, but this morning I was left completely speechless. I awoke this morning to the desire to don the kilt. I have not worn the kilt a lot recently due to some recent weight loss that required our own Cavscout to remove 3 inches off of my kilt belts.

So while retrieving my diet coke this morning, a gentleman entered the establishment with a bang. He was very loud and gregarious and was talking a mile a minute (think a used car salesman on late night TV). As he approached the machine I was standing at two things came to mind immediately.... One, this is a big boy (over 6"6') and that is the loudest Hawaiian shirt I had ever seen.

As he approaches he yells out "Hey Dude! What's with the SKIRT?" As I was getting ready to retort the lady standing next to me said even louder "It's a kilt, you moron!"

I dang near dropped my soft drink in surprise as I did not even see her standing there. Our mutual friend immediately dried up, got his coffee, and slunk out of the store without another word.

Meanwhile, the young lass and I had a nice conversation on the kilt and how much she enjoyed seeing a man brave enough to wear one in public. The conversation drew quite a crowd and a lot of questions...

What a great start to a Friday morning.