Originally Posted by
Nighthawk
Well, let's see... My wife and I were at a buffet restaurant, and I was at the line holding my tray, trying to decide what I wanted. I felt what seemed like talons go up my kilt and grab my rear end. I dropped my tray- in pain- and turnded around to see a woman who looked to be in her 90's scurrying away with her walker. I just stood in rapt horror... So there you go- my favorite to date.
Wow.. Just... Wow... I don't even know what to say, maybe the best kilt-check story ever!
The Barry
"Confutatis maledictis, flammis acribus addictis;
voca me cum benedictis." -"Dies Irae" (Day of Wrath)
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