Last night I did my first real SHOPPING in my kilt. What I mean by that is that I was at the stores not to rush through and show everyone my kilt but was there to REALLY do shopping. I had to actually BE there and concentrate on what I was doing.

It was an interesting experience. When checking out items on the bottom shelves I was careful to stoop instead of bend, trying to keep my kilt sort of level. Walking through the section with the open refrigerator shelves (like where the bags of salad are) was very refreshing.

Again, not a word was said. People stopped at the end of my aisle and looked at me....or maybe they were looking for groceries....who can tell?

When I bought 6 T-shirts at Walgreen's (I love their cheap T-shirts) the woman at the checkout couldn't stop laughing. I don't know if she was just a happy person or if it was the kilt.

Sometimes I think laughing is a result of sensory overload. People see the kilt and they just don't know how to react. I am reminded of last weekend when I was getting my car serviced. The guy pulled my car up for me, I walked up to the driver's door, and when he got out and saw me (a guy over six feet tall in a kilt) he let out a brief laugh but then was quite respectful.

I can't really hold that against anyone. I think I would be shocked too if I suddenly saw me in a kilt.