from one extreme to another

[sailortats]

Tonight was a night of contrasts. I attended a classical string ensemble performance. Not exactly my cuppa tea but my housemate was debuting with this group on the cello and so I went to support him. Was there early as I rode with the housemate. Dressed in my Stewart Hunting ancient, white shirt, blue striped tie, blue vest and dark blue hose and dress sporran.
One of the women in the group came up to me before the performance and complimented me on my outfit and then asked, because I looked so nice, if I would present the flowers to the conductoress at the end of the performance.
Immediately after the performance I joined others at the refreshment table when these 2 older men (60+) came up to me. "We wanta know what that get-up your wearing is all about. Looks kinda scottish to me." It is scottish I said. "Why ya wearing something like that?" Because I have scottish blood and this is my clan kilt. "Is that it?" Ya that's it (loud enough so that a couple of people turned to look) "Ya well", and they walked away.
I've said it before and will say it again, it takes all kinds.