First day kilted at work in New Mexico.

[McFarkus]

Sorry to hear about your injury. Nonetheless I'm sure you will do the tartan proud tomorrow.

[Jack Daw]

I think it sounds good, but would suggest two changes:
Maybe leave the sgian dubh out even if it's allowed where you work. It might make some people uncomfortable. If co-workers haven't seen you kilted before, or at least not enough to be really used to it, it could turn them off to it. Better to let them focus on the fact that you look sharp in a kilt rather than thinking about the knife in your sock, even though they probably know you carry one anyhow.

Skip the ghillie brogues. They're probably "too much" for business attire. Some regular brogues or even a pair of oxfords will do the job very nicely.

Keep it simple and it will go just fine.

I agree fully.

[greenfordranger]

Have a blast Rob You're outfit sounds great to me & keep you sgian dubh in your hose! I'm pretty sure you're safe to where it in New Mexico

[cruiser348]

I can't speak for your coworkers for sure but it sounds as though they would have the same opinion as mine. If I were seen at work without some sort of sharp knife within easy reach they would think I had come down with a horrible illness. I even have a small "gentleman's knife" that I carry in the bottom of my sporran when I attend events where a sgian dubh either would be considered inappropriate or where the location has an issue with fixed blade knives. As far as the shoes I agree that I would have preferred less dressy shoes, but given that the boss has requested them it would be a mistake to not listen to the man that suggested the kilt to start with.

[Stilletto_Rebel]

I'm sorry to hear of your mishap.

I've been trying to picture it in my mind, but I can't fathom how it could happen; so how does one run themselves over with a pickup??

[Dale Seago]

I've been trying to picture it in my mind, but I can't fathom how it could happen; so how does one run themselves over with a pickup??

I was wondering too, as it seems like one of those anatomically impossible acts. But if it CAN be done, that gives me a new one to use on folks who anger me: "Go r*n o**r yourself!!".

Now I'm trying to think of an appropriately evocative rude gesture to go with it, wondering what that might look like.

[Rob, ClanMacMillan, NM]

I'm sorry to hear of your mishap.

I've been trying to picture it in my mind, but I can't fathom how it could happen; so how does one run themselves over with a pickup??

Take the truck out of gear -- it's ok, there's a brick behind the tire - put it there last weekend. Try to start the truck. 1, 2, 3 tries - dang - battery's dead. Put the charger on. Oh look, rear tire is flat. Mutter grumble. Lug the compressor close enough to fill the tire. Start filling tire. [Note to self: a mostly flat tire will ooze over a brick.] Uh oh, she's rolling. Grab the open cab door and attempt to get right foot on brake. Too late. Hang on, we're rolling. (strangeness ensues) Somehow I ended up being dragged across the gravel driveway with my right leg hooked at the knee under the door into the cab. The left leg was pointing out the front of the truck with the driver side front tire sitting on top of it. My wife said the leg position was 10 past 9. Cell phone in back pocket - no help there [NTS: always wear blue-tooth.]Good lungs enabled me to summon help. Wife heard, neighbors heard, one even drove over in her SUV - which was then used to push the truck back forward so I could unhook my one leg and free the other. Paramedics also summoned. VERY interesting tire marks when the cut the pants leg off (shoulda been wearing a kilt). Trip to the hospital went quickly with 10mg of morphine in me. The emergency room folks were fully prepared for "old guy run over by truck" and seemed a touch disappointed that there were no broken bones, internal injuries, nor anything else of a "major time-critical emergency" nature. As it was, the inner thigh muscle was mega-smooshed (techie term) and caused my creatinine kinase (CK) level to skyrocket. This could lead to kidney failure so they kept me in observation for a couple of days, flushing my system via IV with gallons of saline solution, until the levels reduced enough to let me go home.

That's the tale of my "April Fools Day" and let me tell you, it was no joke, even if I WAS a fool.

After getting home, got a gift from my daughter's friend - a set of sturdy wheel chocks .

Rob

[B R Gordon]

That's the kind of story I would expect to hear after an evening at the old Golden Inn.

[azwildcat96]

Take the truck out of gear -- it's ok, there's a brick behind the tire - put it there last weekend. Try to start the truck. 1, 2, 3 tries - dang - battery's dead. Put the charger on. Oh look, rear tire is flat. Mutter grumble. Lug the compressor close enough to fill the tire. Start filling tire. [Note to self: a mostly flat tire will ooze over a brick.] Uh oh, she's rolling. Grab the open cab door and attempt to get right foot on brake. Too late. Hang on, we're rolling. (strangeness ensues) Somehow I ended up being dragged across the gravel driveway with my right leg hooked at the knee under the door into the cab. The left leg was pointing out the front of the truck with the driver side front tire sitting on top of it. My wife said the leg position was 10 past 9. Cell phone in back pocket - no help there [NTS: always wear blue-tooth.]Good lungs enabled me to summon help. Wife heard, neighbors heard, one even drove over in her SUV - which was then used to push the truck back forward so I could unhook my one leg and free the other. Paramedics also summoned. VERY interesting tire marks when the cut the pants leg off (shoulda been wearing a kilt). Trip to the hospital went quickly with 10mg of morphine in me. The emergency room folks were fully prepared for "old guy run over by truck" and seemed a touch disappointed that there were no broken bones, internal injuries, nor anything else of a "major time-critical emergency" nature. As it was, the inner thigh muscle was mega-smooshed (techie term) and caused my creatinine kinase (CK) level to skyrocket. This could lead to kidney failure so they kept me in observation for a couple of days, flushing my system via IV with gallons of saline solution, until the levels reduced enough to let me go home.

That's the tale of my "April Fools Day" and let me tell you, it was no joke, even if I WAS a fool.

After getting home, got a gift from my daughter's friend - a set of sturdy wheel chocks .

Rob

Wait one minute...I'm still not getting the full visual. Remember the rules...Pictures or it didn't happen. Maybe you could recreate the events on a youtube video and post it for the rest of us to laugh at, er, I mean learn from...

I guess we can have a chuckle since you're OK???

[Rob, ClanMacMillan, NM]

Wait one minute...I'm still not getting the full visual. Remember the rules...Pictures or it didn't happen. Maybe you could recreate the events on a youtube video and post it for the rest of us to laugh at, er, I mean learn from...

I guess we can have a chuckle since you're OK???

Unfortunately, pictures were not taken while I was in the 10 after 9 position under the truck tire. I wish they were because it's all just a touch (strange) in my memory . We do have some pics of the tire marks but they were taken at the hospital several hours after the event and are not near as impressive as when I first viewed them.

Laughter is encouraged from all - at or with .

I've thought of maybe getting a model truck and a gumby doll to provide the visual -- let me tell you, I NEVER do the splits more than is necessary to get on the motorcycle - and I don't plan to ever again .

Rob