This evening we flew back from Milwaukee to Phoenix. This was my first time flying kilted. I wore my tank as that helped to keep the weight of my baggage down below the dreaded 50 lb limit.

When we got on the plane we were greeted by the flight attendants who asked about my tartan. It turned out that both have Scottish ancestry. The first class attendant asked if I was drinking Scotch this evening, to which I replied, single malt. He then handed me two miniatures of Glenlivet 12 to take back with me to the coach class.

I guess it pays to wear the kilt.