What a night

[Frank McGrath]

Sunday, is a whole 'nuther story. Wore my kilt to church, as usual. Got into a battle of wits with an unarmed woman. She has asked me many times why I wear the kilt. She does not know of any Scottish family members on my mothers side of the family tree. What she can not comprehend is that I had a FATHER. I keep telling her the same old story every time she asks the question. I choose not to be rude to her, because everyone that knows her is rude to her and I choose to be civil. Well, Sunday morning she said I should not wear the kilt anymore. It makes me look like a "sissy", and my mother would not have liked it. I kinda just laughed it off, until she started talking to other people in the room, telling them I should not wear the kilt. What a riot! One guy, who has actually gotten used to the idea of me in the kilt, yelled at her. In church. I left to get a cup of tea, and retudrned to these two arguing about me.

Later that evening my wife took me out to the local pub for dinner. So, I wore the kilt. Lots of stares. One woman acually smiled as I walked by. Upon leaving, one woman asked me what was going on in the pub. She said are you part of the entertainment? I first wanted to tell her that she had just missed the show. I was greeted with "I like your little skirt". I said only women wear skirts. I then made a rude comment abaout the possibility of her really being a man. She then glared at me until I got in the car and left. What a weekend. I have never taken this much crap about the kilt before. We live in a county that is an ag county and therefore has a lot of rednecks. My wife then told me about the remarks she had heard from people the night before. I was stunned. If I ever go back to an FOP function in this county, It probably won't be kilted. If I go back into O'Lordans, it will be a miracle. A horrible weekend.