Originally Posted by
Ugly Bear
Pittsford, for those who don't know, is the blue-blood district of Rochester. Or so they think. It's a place full of upper-middle-class people who think they're middle-upper-class people. The Pittsford Wegman's (a chain of very high-class supermarkets) is one of the wonders of the city.
My kilt doesn't go down there at all. The customers look at me with deep worry and scurry along. I could be wrong, but I think security follows me there, too.
Upon reflection, that suits me fine...
Well... having left Rochester myself when I was 3, I will defer to you, but my father is a mechanic on a production assembly line and pretty much as far from blue-blood as you can get. Does all his own house and car maintenance, as do I, and will only hire others to do work he is physically incapable of anymore (like re-roofing the house). He has started showing his wealth in the past few years by insisting on Canadian beer instead of domestink, but that is probably because both of my (much) younger sisters are now out of the house and he has a little extra cash.:-D
The kilt concealed a blaster strapped to his thigh. Lazarus Long
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