Do they know you?

[kilted in kleaveland]

The other night my wife and I were out at an outdoor concert when a man came up to me. He said that his friend noticed me and asked him if I was his neighbor? He told his friend that he really didn't know his neighbors. His friend said "Yeah but he's the one always in a kilt" My neighbor (Ray) then felt he had to come over just to say Hi. It was nice to know that kilts break down barriers. Ray has been our down the street neighbor for 8 yrs, and has never shown any interest in any of his neighbors ( kinda odd but most of us know each other and stop to talk).
I've been noticed by many who remember me, all because of the kilt. It's nice to meet friendly people that otherwise would forget me. So, how many of you are recognized as "that guy in a kilt again"?

[Prester John]

I'm usually known as the father of the Louisville Lone Piper...

or the weightlifting priest...

Or that cute girls husband?!...

Or our pastor...

Or...well, I don't want to know the rest.

They have seen me kilted, some of them, but they usually see me in a cassock, so going from a black robe to a colored kilt probably isn't the shock for me it is for others. They probably just chalk it up to "being him."

[Tattoo Bradley]

As a matter of fact, it looks like I'm becoming "that guy." Last week the Mrs. and I went for an early dinner at Chili's. There's somewhat of a "regular" crowd that stays glued to the bar there. Anyhow, last night Nikki went with her friends for a hen's night and they went for dinner and drinks at Chili's. Some (heavily inhibriated) fella recognized her as being married to the guy in the kilt. She said he went into the typical drunk repeating mode. He was going on and on and on about how it isn't a skirt; it's a kilt and how cool I was for not caring... on and on and on. So I figure if this guy managed to remember me (and connect me to Nikki) through the beer goggles, then I'm sure there are many others connecting me as "that guy."

Oh, and Prestor John, I am also often connected to being married to the "cute girl" or what have you.

[phil h]

I'm the guy in the kilt at a local pub and the dog park.

[Wompet]

A few of months ago, a new couple moved into my apartment building, and their neighbor across was telling the wife how "and there's a guy who wears kilts all the time." I was six feet away, being greeted by the new couples' dog, when she said this - she didn't recognize me because I was still mostly in uniform (ie pants).

I am definitely that guy.

[Frank McGrath]

Last weekend, my wife and I went to a german festival in Baltimore, Md. Just so happened to be there at the same time time that our Governor chose to be there. While walking around the vendor tables, I happened too walk between the Gov and the troopers assigned to him. One grabbed my arm and without thinking, I wrenched my arm away from his grip, glared at him and kept walking. (the governor of the state is not the governor of my choice). This past weekend we went to a corn roast here in the county, and guess who is there . Yep, the same group of morons. So I guess it was best that I wasn't kilted this time. He might of thought that there was a scottish cult after him. Some times it's good to be kilted, and sometimes not. I must say, I was not comfortable in shorts, but I did not want to get corn and stuff on the kilt.