You are strange
Hell-o all,
This morning, with the temperature hovering below freezing, I was at my usual morning hangout, the coffee shop, when two gentlemen arrived just after I did, to have a cup of coffee. One of the gentleman is somewhat a regular even though rather sporatic, and the other one has never been in before, at least to my knowledge. The one who had never been in before began to question my sanity of why I am kilted on such a cold morning. His friend said to look at my face and see that I am smiling and looking rather toasty. I assured him that I was rather warm and comfortable and explained that I am warmer kilted than I was when I was wearing pants. He then apoligized for being rather brash in his comment, and then asked about where he could get one. He then received from me information from many kiltmakers that I now carry around with me. Hopefully a new kilted gentleman will be seen around these here parts.
Glen McGuire
A Life Lived in Fear, Is a Life Half Lived.
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