Just a small incident yesterday I thought I'd share...'cause that's what we do here..

I wore my black workmen's utilikilt on the long drive from Memphis to my job yesterday afternoon, and on the way, I thought I'd stop at a truck stop in northern Mississippi for a snack. It was crowded, and as it was a rural setting, I suspected full of some of the more colorful backwoodsy types.

I remembered someone here speaking of "baptism by fire" of going to Wal-Mart kilted, and my own advice I always say about, "if you're gonna be a bear, might as well be a grizzly". So, I held my head up high and headed for the door.

Soon as I walk in the door, there's a guy there, (American - of African decent), and first thing I hear is, "What the h3ll is going on here?". I chose to ignore that and pick up my stuff when he walks by and says to me, "You must be Irish." I didn't really think about it at all, and just popped off the first thing that came to mind, "Scottish". He said, "Oh."

And that was it. I suppose he was happy with that as an explanation for the kilt.

Not that I'd be too worried about his opinion, seeing he was wearing some hot pink nylon pants belted around his lower thighs, but I just thought the whole thing strange.