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28th September 06, 03:25 PM
#1
Big Shock at the Dry Cleaners
How I know I'm known as the guy in the kilt:
One of my (many) indulgences for the past twenty years has been to take all my shirts to the cleaners to be laundered and starched. I usually attend to this on weekends and, on rare occasions, week days after I stop home to exercise the dog, mix a cocktail in a ritual ending of the work day, and change clothes. One tends to develop a little relationship with the people you see on a weekly basis, but never once has anyone other than another customer commented on my kilts.
Yesterday my schedule was a little different, and I tossed a wad of shirts into my car before heading to the office, knowing that I'd have a little time at the end of the day to drop them off before I had to return home. After work, I arrived at the cleaners in my office drag, and the transaction proceeded as usual.
I turned and stepped away from the counter toward the door. Behind me I heard the clerk who started there this summer draw in a huge breath and exclaim, "Why, Mr. [Tremende]! I ain't never seen you before in PANTS!"
The smiling, wide-eyed, open-mouthed look on her face was priceless. I chortled the whole way home.
Regards,
Rex in Cincinnati
Last edited by Rex_Tremende; 28th September 06 at 04:00 PM.
At any moment you must be prepared to give up who you are today for who you could become tomorrow.
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28th September 06, 03:31 PM
#2
After a comment like that, she's likely never to see you in pants again!
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28th September 06, 03:38 PM
#3
I hope apologized, comforted, and then assured th poor clerk that it wouldn't happen again.
Great story.
Cheers
-See it there, a white plume
Over the battle - A diamond in the ash
Of the ultimate combustion-My panache
Edmond Rostand
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28th September 06, 03:50 PM
#4
I thought she was going to say she didn't recognise you with your trousers on Rex
[B][COLOR="Red"][SIZE="1"]Reverend Earl Trefor the Sublunary of Kesslington under Ox, Venerable Lord Trefor the Unhyphenated of Much Bottom, Sir Trefor the Corpulent of Leighton in the Bucket, Viscount Mcclef the Portable of Kirkby Overblow.
Cymru, Yr Alban, Iwerddon, Cernyw, Ynys Manau a Lydaw am byth! Yng Nghiltiau Ynghyd!
(Wales, Scotland, Ireland, Cornwall, Isle of Man and Brittany forever - united in the Kilts!)[/SIZE][/COLOR][/B]
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28th September 06, 03:59 PM
#5
Oh that's funny!
Kinda like when people see you without glasses...or in my case dressed up other than shorts and polo shirts....
"OH...you clean up nice....I didn't know you actually wear socks!"
[FONT=Comic Sans MS]Saol fada aqus...rath ort[/FONT]
"Live long and prosper"
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28th September 06, 04:30 PM
#6
I've got a lot of friends who almost always see me kilted. they all offer some quick quip about pants if I happen to bump into them while on lunch or fresh from work.
I quickly remind them that the pants are a necessary evil so I can pay the mortgage.
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28th September 06, 06:27 PM
#7
Diggin' it Rex
Whenever I meet a friend of my friend Ava I like to tell them she knew me for almost two years before she saw me with my jeans on
The red-faced stammering is worth it's weight in tequila.
CT - you got some 'splainin' to do
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29th September 06, 02:47 AM
#8
Excellent story, Rex, since you're expected to be kilted, no longer any need to disappoint expectations by wearing trousers.
Regional Director for Scotland for Clan Cunningham International, and a Scottish Armiger.
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29th September 06, 04:46 AM
#9
Great Story Rex
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29th September 06, 04:54 AM
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Andy in Ithaca, NY
Exile from Northumberland
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