Unkilted Kilt High - or Don't Quit Kilting
I've been a kilt junkie for six years now. I live in a small town of 6,000 people but we have a large hospital because we get about 3 million tourists a year and they often manage to get banged up on the river, in the canyons, or out on the lake.
I've lived here a bit over nine years now and when I first got here worked as a crisis worker so was at the hospital a lot. Later served on the Hospital Tax District board of directors for a few years. So the local hospital is like home turf to me.
When I started wearing kilts in this small town I heard about it from a lot of directions. Some support and a LOT of teasing. But hey - what you think of me is none of my business and I'm lovin' my kilts.
Tonight I got called out to the hospital ER to notarize a petition to send a suicidal lady to the psychiatric hospital against her will (yeah, I'm one of those Notary Publics too). I was getting ready for bed so I just tossed on some cut offs, sandals, and a t-shirt and went over to the ER to notarize the petition.
When I got there two of my favorite lady docs were on duty with a lady respiratory therapist. All they could say repeatedly was, "Where's your kilt?" "Why aren't you wearing a kit?"
Ladies love kilts. So guys, if you're new to kilting and live in a small town stick to your guns, wear your kilts whenever YOU want to, and folks will come around.
I mean jeez, you'd think I'd done something WRONG the way they were bemoaning the fact that I didn't wear a kilt to visit them.
Driving home it felt REAL GOOD!
Ol' Macdonald himself, a proud son of Skye and Cape Breton Island
Lifetime Member STA. Two time winner of Utilikiltarian of the Month.
"I'll have a kilt please, a nice hand sewn tartan, 16 ounce Strome. Oh, and a sporran on the side, with a strap please."
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