Unexpected Kilt Hazard - Fried Eggs
So out for a jaunt with a ladyfriend and we come to a beautiful overlook. Stop to take pictures. Of course the best pictures are on the far side of the guardrail.
Now its a hot summer day and the guardrail is metal, and by coincidence almost the same height as my inseam. Do I think of this while planning the pic of the view? - of course not.
Stepping over the guardrail kilted I'm on tip toes to clear it - but the boys are at maximum distance from home in the hot weather and they brush against the sun baked, grill hot, metal of the guardrail.
Now I'm extremely aware of my situation and do a sudden yelp and tip toe dance to get my trailing leg over as fast as possible!!
And of course she's laughing and declining first aid while I grimmace and groan.
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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