This morning I went to get a Honey Baked Ham...at the Honey Baked Store, wearing the kilt of course.

If you've never been to one, it's Christmas time...and it was FULL to capacity, long and snaking lines in order to get to the counter where 6-7 women are waiting for customers to place their orders.

OK, so im waiting in line, and I probably had 4-5 other customers chat me about the kilt, scottish heritage, type of tartan, are you cold, etc.

That was all good and then it got better when I finally was first in line and 3 of the women were free as their customers had their orders fulfilled, soo all 3 of them started taking 'dibs' on who would take my order.

I finally decided for the woman in the middle and put myself at her mercy, you know the drill 'I have no clue about hams, could you help me choose?'

I was asked everything from why was I not red haired if all scots were, type of tartan, 'the question', are you cold, do I know so and so (apparently they also wear kilts daily, tho in a 500k metro its hard to know them, what my kilt pin meant (Young family pin), etc.

One of the women couldnt believe there were 8 yards of material in my kilt so I had her check the pleats and how warm it is, etc.

In short, I revolutionized the St. Matthews @ Shelbyville HBH Store(for the locals), I had a blast, I made a couple people's day by simply wearing the kilt...and I ended up with a super Ham that wife and I will enjoy.