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Anonymous Defense
So, last night after meeting Arrogcow, his spouse, and UtiliKris for our little Kilt Night, I scurried off to Shooters for my usual Saturday night of C/W dancing. I was dressed as seen in the photo-documentary post. The crowd last evening was unusual - a lot of unfamiliar faces, and I suppose most of them could be attributed to a new college school year.
On my way out around 1:30 a.m., I passed a woman who seemed really out of place. Shooters bar was definitely NOT her milieu (the shelter two blocks away seemed more appropriate). She expressed some surprise at my attire and informed me, "I asked someone, 'Why is that man dressed that way,'" gesturing to the place on the dance floor where I no longer was, "and he said, 'Because he can.'"
I have no idea who said this to her, but I am grateful that someone gets it.
Regards,
Rex in Cincinnati
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He was probably as put-off with her "hobo-ness" as you. :lol: Good for him, whoever he is.
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Well perhaps she was unused to a kilt being attire for C&W dancing?
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It's a real nice feeling when someone randomly defends you.
A person I just met was talking to a classmate who asked her (while pointing at me) "why is he wearing a kilt?" I was happy to hear that my acquaintance's response was "Maybe because he feels like it?"
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defense
I have witnessed random acts of defense of me from strangers. Those seem to me to be a more frequent occurance while I'm in the public wearing my kilt.
I was wearing my Wallace SWK econ Friday Sep 22 just before sunset as my lady friend and I strolled along in old town Sacramento, Calif., a young mouth bellered out from a streetside bench, "Oy mon, 'tsa pritty dress oon ya." I retorted back, "And you're a jerk." However, to my rescue came the defender of unknowns. Her benchmate put her straight. He said, "That's a kilt. He's wearing a kilt."
I say, thank you strangers.
Not two minutes later a man in a delivery truck drove by and exclaimed yelling loudly through the open truck window, "Love yer kilt." I raised my arm up high with thumb up, then open handed waved a big wave.
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