
Originally Posted by
Rogerson785
I was off to Manhattan to get some beer and a burrito at Chipolte.
There's a Chipotle about a mile and a half from my house. I eat there about once a weekend, virtually always in a kilt. The staff is always happy to see me, and once, following a conversation with the assistant manager about my attire, my meal was comp'ed. I usually sit at the bar along the window on the stationary stools, pleats hanging down on either side in full view of the rest of the restaurant. People often come up to me to ask questions about the kilt, but mostly, I suspect, all the other regulars there are used to seeing me and leave me to eat in peace.
Five days, eh? Yeah, you're going to run out of enough kilts soon.
Regards,
Rex.
At any moment you must be prepared to give up who you are today for who you could become tomorrow.
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