First Day Kilted - Met A Scotsman

[KiltedTrucker]

This morning when I woke in my truck I found that the temperature was above freezing and there was little wind. I decided that was a sign that it was time to go kilted for the first time. I donned my DNKE black Stowaway, Celtic knot embossed belt with stag head buckle, and of course socks and boots.

Ah, the comfort. I was loving it immediately. I ventured into the truck stop to perform my morning ablutions, get a mug of coffee, and prepare to get rolling south. Driving kilted was amazingly comfortable, I wish I had done this years ago.

Through my day I made a few stops here and there, restrooms, lunch, etc. Not a single person at any of these stops even mentioned my kilt. I was fine with that.

Once I arrived at the truck stop where I will be spending the night I wandered inside to wash up and get some dinner. I decided on the buffet as it had lots of veggies. I was seated at the counter eating my dinner when a man walked over to me and said "I don't mean to disturb you..." in a very heavy Scottish accent.

He inquired if I was from Scotland. I explained that no, I'm an American of Scotch-Irish descent, which really seemed to please him for some reason. He asked about my kilt, and why I was wearing it, perhaps celebrating Burns Night? I had honestly forgotten it was Burns Night.

I simply smiled and told him I'm wearing it because it's darned comfortable. He gave me a big smile, shook my hand, said that he really liked my kilt, and went about his evening. I have to say that I very much enjoyed that brief encounter, and know that it would have never happened had I not made the decision to wear my kilt today.