So a new coworker had a rough week and needed some R&R. I was making a run over to Colorado City to buy some cheese at the Dairy store there (fresh, unpaturized, delicious) and asked if she wanted to ride along. She did.

Its a frair trek across the Arizona Strip but its a beautiful, relaxing drive. And of course I'm kilted (USA Kilts Semi-trad in Navy).

Her first trip to that part of the world and she did a bunch of shopping in Kanab, UT on the way over. When we got back and I dropped her off at her house her 20 year old son came out to help her pack in the plunder.

We'd never met. He takes one look at me and says, "He wears a kilt!! That's fckn bad azz!"

Ron