karma smiles

[Alan H]

So after hacksawing up some some trashed chain-link-fence steel fence posts for a hammer cage, I went by Macy's to buy.........yes, underwear. grundies. KILT grundies. I was wearing my digicamo KILT and I prowled around, generally horrified at what underthings cost these days. I made my choice and headed for the cash register. The nice lady checked me out and said how much she like my camouflage
........................SKIRT.

.........and I smiled and said thank you and we talked about how ridiculously expensive little things are these days and about her customer that had just spent a thousand dollars on shirts and undershirts. I said that a thousand dollars was round trip plane fare to Scotland, and she agree'd in principle and it was a nice conversation. So what's the point? The point is that she called it a
..........SKIRT

....and I did not correct her.

Why? Well, two-three years ago I would have, but you know, what's the point? I'm wearing it and I am not threatened by whatever she wants to call it. For heavens sake I just hacksawed up a mess of steel pipe. How *Manly* can you get? She's being pleasant and I'm paying for underwear and *leaving*. I'll never see her again. What's the point of making a fuss over a word?

So I went on my way.

Next stop was Home Depot to pick up some 3/8 inch rebar to bend into ground stakes for my weight over bar apparatus. As I'm standing in line at the checkout, two very attractive, and I emphasize *attractive* young ladies stopped with their cart of household things and a big piece of plywood. The taller of the two looks me straight in the eye, flashes this to-die-for smile and starts singing "On the Banks of Bonnie, Bonnie Loch Lomond". The shorter one admonishes her dog, who is growling, that "It's just a handsome, big man in a kilt. SHUSH". Then she gives this big smile that practically makes me weak in the knees.

Ain't karma payback a ...............hmmmm....