A few months back at the Devils Canyon Brewery a fellow bumped into me while carrying out a case of beer (they have sessions where people can do their own bottlings on site). I was mid-sip of a frosty glass of Full Boar Scotch Ale and a little of my refreshment spilled. No biggie. He apologized and said "Hey, you are one of the cool kilt guys! Have one of my brews." He handed me a bottle and headed on his way.
I don't know which tasted better, the beer (which was quite tasty) or being referred to as "one of the cool kilt guys".
Cheers
Jamie
-See it there, a white plume
Over the battle - A diamond in the ash
Of the ultimate combustion-My panache
Edmond Rostand
One can always wish, right? :P
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