On the anniversary of my wife's death from cancer last year (so I was not in the best of moods) I had decided to wear my kilt when the family and I went to visit her grave. As i was on the way to meet the family, some edjit approached me and said "Nice skirt. Does you wife know you borrowed it?" I looked him straight in the eye and told him "Since she's been dead for the past year, I don't think she'd care do you?" You should have heard the guy sputtering his apologies as I walked away.

The day got better when we stopped at the florist to buy flowers for the grave. The store owner told my oldest daughter "Your dad looks great. Take good care of him" and then gave me a red carnation to wear on the lapel of my kilt jacket. Which she pinned on me herself as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. My daughter told me as we were leaving the store that while I was browsing the flowers she had told the proprieter why we were buying the flowers.