I usually wear a kilt to work on the last work day of the week, we work a 9/80 schedule. But today's my birthday so I wore my kilt to work to treat myself.

Shortly after I arrived at work I went to get a fresh cup of coffee. Upon entering the kitchenette I noticed a man waiting for his Coke to dispense from the machine. It's one of the fancy machines that uses adramatic system of machinery. The electronics of the machine was stuck in some kind of loop so the Coke went round and round but wouldn't come out.

I commented "I keep waiting for the machine to say 'You have 30 seconds to comply'" and viola the Coke came out.

The man turned around, noticed I was kilted and said "I guess all I needed was the guy in the kilt to show up".

Behold, the phenomenal cosmic power of the kilt!