This dog had a sub stellar day today. Grilled for three hours by corporate H.R. hacks behind some , got it all resolved and then blew a tire on the way home. OH GOODIE, WE GET TO HAVE DINNER AT MICKEY D's IN WALL MART WHOOT!!!!

Even thought it is just getting new tires, still after 1600 at wal-mart. Formal occasion 'round here. So I puts on me formal outfit (clean Polo shirt and FK) and head off to the tire and lube center of Wally World.

We get the car in the cue, and head off to the best restaurant within walking distance - Mickey D's @ Wal Mart. After all that a man needs a smoke. I walk outside and realize I don't have a light. Bummed one off a kid on break and he says "Nice Kilt".

O.K. he was in his Mickey D's gear, but the multiple piercings and pentagram wristbands gave him away. So I got my light, a nice compliment and the kid gets one of those very classy business cards from FK.

And --- the tires are pretty nice too. A good end to a crappy day. Behold the power O' the kilt.