Started off at my storage space, stashing some of my trash. Guy loading a big truck looks out at me in my solid 'steel green' poly cotton kilt and in his best imitation brogue, asks "Wot's the special occasion?"
I stopped, waited a beat, then smiled.
"Kilts aren't costumes. They're clothing!"
Thanks, Bear!
Then, later in the day, a fella is in the shop, and from where I am, I can only see the top of his back. It's the "Submit" Utilikilts shirt, which gets me excited. I scootch around to see...
he's
wearing
jeans
(tight ones).
Call out the KiltSquad!
Have that man pleated until he relents!
Can anybody think of any excuse for that?
-G
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