Today, Easter Sunday, I went to a buffet with some friends to enjoy each others company. I was wearing my UK Black Mocker. During brunch I went to the dessert bar. Standing at the bar trying to decide what to get, I distinctly heard the voice of a young boy ask me "where did you get that skirt". I turned around thinking I had the perfect opportunity to educate a young boy about the joys of wearing a kilt. I said to the young boy, "What?"

He said, "where did you get that dessert?" Sheepishly, I pointed to where I got my peach cobbler and moved along.

Sheesh it sucks getting older!