I thought that after 7 years of wearing a kilt, I'd exprerienced most of the follies one might associate with them.

Wrong!

A few weeks back, I was at a small restaurant with a group of people my wife works with. It was a live band on stage and I was watching them work as I took off my leather bomber jacket and put it over the back of my chair. I did the usuall butt-sweep and tuck and then proceeded to sit. Unfortunately, the weight of the jacket had not only pulled the chair backwards to the floor, but also silenced the fall as I majestically sprawled onto the floor... pleats, legs, and arms flailing. Immediately, the group broke into chuckles and laughter as I attempted to recover a bit of my dignity. I shrugged, smiled, and carried on... but from a couple of the comments, I apparently revealed more than my lack of attentiveness. Oh well. I will certainly be paying more attention in future, I can tell you!


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