I walked into church today and was bombarded by people asking "Did you see the other guy in his Kilt?". So I went in search of. I found not one but two other kilts in the sanctuary. The son and grandson of a friend of mine. They were wearing their Sport Kilts. So now there are three kilties in the congregation.
On another note, It is amazing how many people ask "Are you playing somewhere today?" "is today a Scottish Holiday?" Is there a parade.? I just snapped back with the designated drinker answer. Well, today I just about had my head removed by a little old lady that I thought had lived in town all of her life. I had heard her speak abaout the history of the town at a Hysterical Society meeting a couple of years ago. I found out she is Scottish by birth and NO one will make fun of her heritage. She asked me who my scottish relative was. I could not answer as I have not researched back that far. She said I must stop wearing the kilt until I have a name. I said thank you for your input, but I will wear it with pride and dignity. She went on and on , raising her voice on every sentence. Now, I have always had respect for my elders, but I almost yelled at the lady. So, at the age of 55, I felt like I was a schoolboy again. I just stood there and took it, hoping she would slow down enough to let me speak. The Pastors finally came over and got between us. She huffed and left. I am sure we will meet again.