In yet another example of the kilt's mysterious power...

I was meeting friends at the theater tonight; the person who arranged for the tickets was unsure how to spell my name, so she just described me to the box office staff.

I had an unusually hard time finding a parking spot (the kilt is not all-powerful) and by the time I found a space several blocks away, walked briskly to the theater, and rushed in the door it was just moments before the curtain. The woman at the ticket counter looked up and said, "Oh, you're wearing a kilt! Here's a ticket! Go right in!"

The other patrons in the lobby were somewhat confused; perhaps they will wear kilts next time in hopes of getting a ticket out of the deal...

Moosedog