Small Town Kilting
So I get in line at my little rural post office and up ahead a few places I see a big guy in a t-shirt and the back says something like Freedom is wearing a kilt. So I crane my neck and sure enough the guy is wearing a kilt - kind of unusual one - tartan with cargo pockets...maybe acetate type but STILL, a kilt in my little town.
And, dang, I'm NOT kilted...
Usually would try to hook up with him and at least say hello and awkwardly explain I normally am kilted...maybe he'd care.
But they way the line flowed he was gone before I was...and seemed uncool to shout anything.
Figure hey, if he is a local we'll run into each other sooner or later.
Ol' Macdonald himself, a proud son of Skye and Cape Breton Island
Lifetime Member STA. Two time winner of Utilikiltarian of the Month.
"I'll have a kilt please, a nice hand sewn tartan, 16 ounce Strome. Oh, and a sporran on the side, with a strap please."
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