This morning I had to deliver some printing I had done on my computer to my next door neighbour. She has seen me in my kilt many times so its nothing unusual. On my return the telephone rang and it was the manager from a charity shop that were due to come and collect a stack of stuff that we no longer need. We don't run a car so they offered to collect to save us several individual trips. The guy said there would be someone along in half hour if that was ok. The wife said that would be fine. I decided I would stay in my kilt and would greet whoever it was and how ever many whatever age or sex and give them a hand to put it in their car or van. I can't deny I did'nt feel a bit nervous but I was committed to myself to go through with this. The door bell rang, I answered the door, said hello first and thanked them for coming along so swiftly. It was a chap I guess in his early sixties.
The wife joined us and we had a chat for quite a while and then put all the stuff in his car. From the word go he showed no suprise or interest in my kilt whatsoever. He thanked us once again when we had finished loading and then went on his way. At 11am the wife was expecting a lady to call to collect something she was giving her. I have met her before but not in my kilt .. again she would be in her mid/late 50's. I once again decided to remain in my kilt and greet her too when she arrived. Absolutely no reaction at all or stares etc when she did. She stayed with us about 45 mins. She is coming around again on the weekend to collect something else. The morning has yet again been more confidence boosters as to my kiltwearing on my own doorstep.
Derek