Last week I wrote that on Sunday afternoon my wife and I were to attend a small out door get-together with all the neighbors (first Sunday in Advent) and that I was anxious – after having for the first time been talking to our neighbor next door when in a kilt - to see if something about my kilt wearing should be said by then.
There was. My neighbor, who is a very good looking lady and about 25 years younger than I had not by one word said anything about it. Yesterday she came up to me:
“Greg, I must ask you about your kilt. Have you some Scottish ancestors or have you just been in Scotland?”
I answered her that I had no Scottish roots, but that, yes, I had been visiting Scotland and liked it very much and that I had bought my kilts over the Internet.
Another neighbor standing close must have intercepted something of our conversation.
“What, a KILT?”
“Yes”, my neighbor said. “A couple of days ago when I was about to leave, I met Greg outside and he was in a kilt and he looked absolutely gorgeous in it”.
“You in a kilt. You mean bare legs?” the other said, mouth and eyes wide open, but interested.
I confirmed it.
“O, but THAT is something. Respect.” It looked as was she really impressed.
When we got home I told my wife that my kilt wearing had been subject for talking. “O no!” was her first reaction but having heard what was said she looked rather impressed, too.
Greg
Originally Posted by RamsayClanCommish
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