What item, besides kilts, are you associated with?

[Pleater]

Well - these days there's the Tilly hat, which has a wider brim than most sold over here, and is almost white, then there is the red side drum which I use to beat time for border morris dancing.

A long time ago, there was a bell. In most places where I have worked the other inmat - er my co workers have remarked on my ability to move silently - so much so that in one college they made me wear a tiny silver bell so as not to startle people. Wearing a white coat and moving through dimly lit laboratories - with my excellent night vision I did not bother putting the lights on - I seemed to cause considerable alarm.

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with my excellent night vision I did not bother putting the lights on - I seemed to cause considerable alarm.

I used to do that caving, there is a cave near me that each part of the cave has a very distinct floor texture, if you know the cave very well (I do) and go barefoot you can tell exactly where you are. Every July we do a historical reenactment in the cave (they mined salt peter for gunpowder in there during the war of 1812) I would put my matches and candles in my pocket and go for walkies while the lights were out. the fact that most people believe this particular cave is haunted and even the employees won't go in alone made this great fun. I would just walk up behind people quietly and sometimes just stand there, though there is one person I could always get his shoes tied together without him knowing.

I am not allowed to anymore, I have an allergy to mold, mildew or bat guano and I almost got hospitalized last time I was in a cave. that was 3 years ago. I miss it greatly, so much I'm dating a cave guide. Ok, that not my reason for dating Yeti (it's the kilt) but it's a good excuse.

[Ian.MacAllan]

Believe it or not, some people are obsessively curious about what I carry in my briefcase. And they seem embarrassed about their curiosity because they never come out and ask directly, they just pry indirectly, often so indirectly that I can hardly guess what they want to know.

One morning when I went in to work one of my associates threw a (clean, fortunately) plastic trash bag over my head, another pinned my arms to my sides, and a third grabbed the briefcase and ran. Then the first two released me and stood by, looking more than a bit foolish. I looked them over pityingly and said, "When you finish with the briefcase I'd like it in my office." About ten minutes later it did appear in my office and there was no further mention of the incident, but the three did seem a bit crestfallen. How can anyone get so worked up about a pocket calculator, a quart thermos of coffee, and the morning newspaper?

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[MacMillan of Rathdown]

a pocket calculator, a quart thermos of coffee, and the morning newspaper

well that's your story, and you stick with it...